Another Step on the Road to Adulthood

I signed up for Obamacare today. For $44 a month starting in January I will be able to see a doctor when I’m sick, go to the hospital if I break a bone in derby, and receive annual checkups.

It isn’t a lot of money, not even in my frugal “not a penny more!” world, especially not for really good coverage and peace of mind. I’ll sleep better at night, knowing that I’m covered, that if I have to go to the emergency room, it won’t be the end of the world.

And I’m grateful. It feels weird to say this, but I’m grateful to my government for providing for me, for making this happen. Congress’ approval rating is 2% right now, and I’m sure the President’s is not much better, but I’m grateful for this. There’s a lot of “go it alone” in the mindset of America. We tell ourselves that we build ourselves up from nothing by our bootstraps, but it’s nice to be part of a collective. By signing up for insurance, I make that insurance more affordable for all of us, because chances are I won’t break my leg playing derby. Chances are good I won’t “need” the insurance (unless of course I do), but having it feels good. It feels good to be part of something. It feels good to be protected.

There are still things to figure out (they never asked for my payment information for one thing), and I am sure there will be hiccups down the road that will be frustrating and will make me question whether any business or government or anyone can ever do anything right. But at the end of the day, we are taking care of each other. That’s what this program is about at its soul. And it is cheaper too, when we take care of each other.

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