Let’s call our health insurance companies, shall we?
“I even went to the Minute Clinic after I got hit by the car.”
My whole life, part of me has existed in a defensive crouch waiting for people to yell at me about my decisions. Turns out all I needed to do was write a personal essay for the Atlantic.
Mizzou just announced that it was changing its health insurance program, giving grad students 14 hours notice to find other coverage.
I should have consulted a clairvoyant before I went to the New Employee Orientation.
Thanks to my newfound pioneer attitude, my response to grogginess and an incipient cough was to take two Advil and a bracing three-hour walk through snow-encrusted Prospect Park. Here’s what that cost me.
Is it worth overcoming one’s objections to fitness trackers in the first place, getting the gizmo, hooking it up, letting your health insurance company monitor how many steps you take, and then receiving your reward in the form of a gift card to an evil empire?
When it comes down to “if I eat out tonight with my friends I can’t afford the pills I need” you spend a lot of nights eating on your meal plan instead.