It is an article of faith among everyone to the right of Barack Obama, which isn’t technically “everyone” but is probably close enough for government work, that government-provided health care would suck rocks, and sedimentary rocks at that. (None of that cool — formerly hot — igneous stuff.) On the other hand, I would be remiss in my duties as a kvetch if I failed to point out instances where the private sector has prompted a response of “You’re not my mother.”
I got a “card” yesterday from my health insurance.
Um, yeah. Nothing says, “OH HAI, you are one year closer to decrepitude” than a card (a flyer, really) from your health insurer. In English AND Spanish.
I wasn’t really very happy with what it said. But then again: I suppose this is what you get if you are a conscientious/concerned person in a world where too many people are not.
It was a list of “healthy habits.” And a strong suggestion that I follow those. (The unwritten, but assumed-by-me, subtext: because then you will cost us less money).
I hate to be Debbie Downer’s brother Dave, but it gets worse. CFI Care (not its real initials) sent me a letter the other day noting that I’d had one particular prescription filled eleven times last year — not twelve, but eleven — and therefore they had reason to question how seriously I was taking my condition, or some such foolishness.
On the other hand, if you accuse me of being conscientious and/or concerned, I will go out of my way to sneeze on you.