When we last talked, I was preparing for my Diabetes Education.
After the phone call today, talking with the people at Florida Hospital Diabetes Care, no part of me can now feel that Health Care needs no reform. That’s a convoluted series of double negative twaddle. Allow me to elucidate.
We. Need. New. Health. Care.
I was informed that my “class” was not covered under any existing fees or deductibles previously paid, and I would need to pay $513.00 for the twelve hour course.
Five HUNDRED dollars? That’s enough money to buy Trigonometry and Calculus at UCF. That is enough money to learn to bartend, two and a half times! That is enough money to buy 360 something chicken sandwiches (Mondays and Thursdays, Only)!
So, how BADLY do I not want to die? I was willing just a half a year ago to spend 5 to 10 dollars a day for the pleasure of smoking, killing myself at $500 dollars every couple of months.
But the devil on my left shoulder patiently says, “Dude. The internet. Seriously. It’s got a bunch of words on it, and some of those words are about diabetes.”
If I lived in some remote Nanookian Village, there would be no class. I would be forced to learn by mail, or phone.
Man, I should offer diabetes classes via my studio. Stream information to the masses! I would totally do that.
But first I need to get informed. I know a lot, but I need to know everything there is to know about my disease.
Some of you are looking at me, shaking your head. You are saying, “Geoff, you need to pay the money and take the class.”
I have a hard time doing that, guys. It has a lot to do with the people on the phone. The people who say things like, “We don’t got no weekend classes in Altamonte.”
I am justifying my case, but only because I believe my case is justified. I am trying to fully extract this family from credit card debt, buy healthy food, maintain two cars, maintain This Old House, and keep Nurse Lush in her white wine. I am hard pressed to dump half a grand on a workshop when I know the actual information is no secret.
So, what do you think? Should I learn on my own? I would be willing to let you craft the test to prove I know it.
Or should I dip us deeper into debt, so this shell game douchebag money machine can work over yet another sugar baby?
By the way, United Healthcare… Why do you want me dead so much?
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