I will confess. When I get sick: I whine. When a little fraction of my immune system gives in just a little bit I am pretty sure I am about to breath my last. And anyone around me knows it because of the moans from the pain or the terrors I am facing (all right, so maybe it's just a cough and nasal drip, but it is still not pleasant). But, as I faced the inevitable end the last few days I, naturally, thought about things. But first, I should mention that I saw no one at the "Jordan" waiting for me and there was no bright lights. I didn't even see the Missouri River and the shades were pulled in my bedroom. I didn't float above my body, but I may have pretended to for a few moments but I think it was just those really good prescription pills. But it was a time to reflect as the end neared and I wondered about why God made those cockroaches in the first place. I don't have any here, and haven't seen any for awhile, but I know that they are out there somewhere....just doing "cocky" or "roachy" things. And for what purpose? I will have to ask God when I see Him about that. Surely God had a reason for it. I mean he allowed "West Wing" to be a hit TV show didn't he? Well, on second thought, I may need to ask Him about that, too.
Then I thought briefly about a miracle. Maybe if I die I could be raised from the dead. It has happened. Jesus did it. Others did in biblical history. Ted Kennedy clearly has been raised several times. So, why not me? The only thing I could think of was that I am not insured. So, that would be a problem. Being brought back to life might be a "health" related issue only covered on certain polices. And at this time, I am one of many Americans who doesn't have the luxury of medical insurance. Oh, I guess there are free clinics. That's what the rich folks say. They say "Oh you can get health care if you just go down to the clinic" so stop your whining. First off, those of us who are going to die don't like to be told to stop whining and shut up. Elvis' last words at his mutli-million dollar estate in Graceland were "I am going to the bathroom." Did anyone tell him to shut up? I don't think so. Whining may be the only thing sustaining us at the moment. In America, as they say, you often get what you pay for. So "free" is cheap. That's often what you get. Not to mention the wait you have trying to get into such a place if you can get in at all. Well, rich folks think we don't have anything better to do anyway and don't really want to be bothered with such issues because their time is better spent on the golf course and all they have to do is throw out a few extra dollars and they receive instant medical services from a variety of places.
So, does health belong to the rich? In America...I believe it does. The cost of prescriptions themselves is enough to break any average person without insurance. So what do they do? If they can't get to the "free" clinic, there isn't much they can do. I wish I had an optimistic way to end this, but I don't. But, my temperature is returning back to normal and I am off the NyQuil, so death doesn't seem as eminent as it was yesterday. I may have survived this round..........but me and the American Health system will meet again.
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