In Our Head

Musings, thoughts, experiences…

Catch 22 September 25, 2009

So, here I am, unemployed, chronic health problems, no income, no health insurance.  What to do?  Look for a job obviously!

As an indigent, I receive basic health care through the county.  It’s not a lot, but it keeps me alive, and that’s a good thing.

Jobs are very scarce around here.  Our state’s economy is 50th in a nation that’s not doing so well.  A few weeks ago, I was fortunate enough to get an interview for a job in my field.  The work sounds interesting.  They seemed to like me.  They called me back for a second interview.  Looks like they’re going to offer me the job.  What a relief!  It’s only part-time, but it will be great to be working and to have a little money coming in.

But wait, part-time means no benefits.  I won’t be able to get health insurance through this job.  Once I start working, I won’t be eligible for care from the county.  Because of my health status, individual health insurance is only available from the “insurer of last resort.”  It costs much more than I would be making.

Will I have to turn down a job offer in order to have access to health care?   I’ll try to negotiate, but it’s not looking good right now.

 

Lesbian Pillow Talk September 8, 2009

Filed under: Lesbian Life — harriettnelson @ 6:43 am
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me: are the cats in?

her: uh-huh.  i checked.

me: thanks

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her: crap! the neighbors are lighting fire crackers again.

me: sounds like it.

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me: can i have some sheet?

her: you have it all already!  i don’t have any on my side.

me: well i don’t have any either.  oh, wait, there’s a huge wad in the middle.  here, pull this your way.  no, not all of it!  there, that’s better.

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her: did you cut the dog’s nails?

me: i forgot.  i’ll do it tomorrow.  did you give them their eye drops?

her: yeah, i did it while you were on the phone.

me: thanks

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me: do you want me to go buy a fan for the basement tomorrow?

her: yeah, that would be good.  they’re on clearance at mal-wart.  over by the pet stuff.

me: ok.  do you want risotto for dinner.

her: that sounds good.

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her: gentle snore