A Salute
So I guess I’m supposed to write about stuff like oral health, health insurance, and the impending national healthcare transformation but what about my health? What about me? What about my mental health?
Without Trojan football, I’d probably kick the cat and that’s no good because I don’t have one. And without Salute to Troy, I probably couldn’t get through August and everyone else’s vacations…or even last weekend.
And you try writing this column every week for going on twelve years and see how you like it. I have this ritual where I write the thing the Friday before the Wednesday deadline, the actual column coming out on the following Monday. Like I said, you try figuring out the method to that madness.
This Friday was totally out of the question because it was bookkeeper visitation day. No way to be even slightly creative when someone is interrupting you every five minutes reminding you how much it costs to be a dentist (“Was this bill for marketing or continuing education or equipment? Is this for Worker’s Comp; thought you paid that one with the really big one you send into Anthem for everyone’s health insurance? Is this a new consultant or is it the old one with a new company name?“)
Back in the Day, when ole Mel Gibson used to ride a horse and paint his face all blue just like some re-caffeinated Seahawks fan a few years before he bought Malibu, didn’t he used to scream something all the time? Wasn’t it something like, “FREEDOOOMMM!!!“? Bet he meant freedom from insurance.
Never thought I’d say this but Mel, I understand.
Oh, Friday also means a chance to go across the street to the bank and squeeze in one final deposit for the week. Imagine my elation on seeing six insurance envelopes in the mail. Imagine my dismay when the contents of the six messages from the folks in the tall buildings Downtown revealed payment delays, a missing detail, or the lack of coverage for a given procedure. Not a single check.
And Friday, at least three different people told me they don’t go to the dentist because they don’t have insurance. Hmmm, I was wondering if that was sort of like living forever because you don’t have any life insurance.
When I finally made it to Friday night CNN, I saw a bunch of knuckleheads calling the President a Nazi because he wanted to mess with health insurance. Thought maybe they had him confused with the guy who wire-tapped citizens, tortured folks, and invaded a sovereign nation posing no threat to the U.S. But let’s leave the past in the past.
Turns out, the leading cause of bankruptcy in the U.S. is a health-related catastrophic event. Turns out, half those bankruptcy folks have health insurance; just not enough.
Friday night, I tossed and turned, somewhat stressed over my concerns for another fat monthly check due to Anthem Blue Cross, team members ill or on vacation, and the uncertainty of unchartered economic waters.
But on Saturday, I took a mega-dose of life’s best medicine. And what else would you call exercise, laughter, and the company of friends and family? Did I leave out the Salute to Troy, another year of USC Trojan football domination, and a whole fall season of Saturdays that take you back to being a kid again?
And a few days in the sun…with absolutely no thoughts of freakin’ insurance.
