Tuesday, October 09, 2007

One commenter is obsessed with the fact that I was on disability during my big lupus flare up. Which is true. I was actually disabled, i.e. couldn't get out of bed for more than an hour or two a day. That's what government disability is supposed to be for, not the able bodied people who are on it.

I hated myself every single second and got off the rolls as soon as I could, in 1995. I've worked ever since and paid back every cent in taxes, many times over.

Was all my health care "free"? Yep, this is Canada. Again, my tax dollars at work.

However, if Canada didn't have "free" health care, or if I had been born in America, I would have simply started paying private insurance premiums as early as possible. That's the kind of person I am. If you're not, well, that's your problem, not mine.

Knowing my mother, she would have gotten me a plan as a kid. I've had a funeral plot since the day I was born (thanks mom for paying the big $50 for that forty three years ago), a bank account since age 8 (how do people not have bank accounts for chrissakes?), a will since I was 19. You get the idea. My mother was a thrice-married high school drop out and even she managed to be pragmatic, a word she'd never be able to spell or define. What's your excuse?

So I would have purchased private health insurance as a matter of course if it had been a societal expectation and requirement.

But it wasn't and I couldn't so I didn't.