by William Skink
As the weather warms, I will finally be able to get my chubby ass on a bicycle. It wasn’t just weather that kept me from riding–it was also the pesky fact I didn’t have health insurance.
It was mostly my fault for not understanding I only had a 60 day window to get on my family’s BCBS plan, which was expensive and set to go up this year. I tried working with a navigator for the ACA at Planned Parenthood to get coverage, but for reasons I still don’t understand she couldn’t help me.
My effective date for coverage with my new employer was March 1st. I consider myself lucky.
The big news bouncing around is 14 million people are estimated to lose their coverage in the first year of Trumpcare. It’s grim enough to hear about the slice of Medicaid dependency I deal with daily, but to imagine how much worse it could get, words fail.
Until tomorrow, when I’ll try to make words like “spend-down” make sense again.