The Uninsured Life of a Writer
Dec. 17th, 2007 09:38 amNormally, I don't get mad about the fact that Shawn and I can't get legally married. Generally, my position is this: I don't need your stinkin' god to approve of my union with a woman I've been with for twenty plus years. However, I _would_ love to have FREE access to the things that married couples take for granted: joint taxes (ours are a mess, thank god for our gay accountant), joint property (we have to put all that in our wills), inheritance laws (speaking of which, we still have to update our wills to include my literary rights), and... insurance.
Technically, I *am* insured, but it's the bare minimum that the state offers sad, poor people like me and it has a ridiculously high deductable (like $2,000) so I basically have to pay for everything out of pocket. And, though the contract I signed *said* they covered dental, when my dental office called them to check they said they don't.
My tooth broke when we were in Indiana.
It felt HUGE, of course, and it was one of those things that my tongue kept finding and worrying at. I finally decided, hang the expense, I *had* to go in. It's going to need a crown, of course. Luckily, the dental office was sympathetic to my plight and patched the hole temporarially and told me I could come in "whenever my schedule permited it" (subtle, polite language for "when you can afford it, you sad cow.")
You're reading this thinking -- but, doesn't Shawn work for the state of Minnesota? Aren't they supposed to offer domestic partner benefits? They don't have to, actually, because unlike the University of Minnesota (where I used to work,) MHS is a psuedo-government agency because they get a lot of their income from donations, museum fees, etc. But they *do* offer reimbursement for domestic partners, but that means I have to find someone who will take me on as an individual (rather than buying into their group rate, like married partners get,) and then they will add whatever that cost to Shawn's paycheck... except then they tax us for that "added income." In short: it's a rip-off.
So, after a brief back and forth with the receptionist about whether I was covered for dental work or not, I sat in the dentist office feeling cranky at all the people who carry all thier queer hate into the political arena. I mean, Jesus, how exactly am I offending God by getting my tooth fixed?
Speaking of god, we got our Solstace tree early. We did our traditional trek across University Avenue to pick one out of the lot in front of the YMCA --from the "Y's Men -- clever pun, no? Then we hauled that seven/eight foot beauty across the street and up to our house. It's probably actually close to nine foot, since the glass topper brushes the ceiling. Captain America got a work out lifting that sucker into the base... several times, because even though it's perfectly filled out, the truck itself is quite crooked. Mason LOVED decorating it. This was the first year he could manipulate the hooks and whatnot without parental assistance, so there are a LOT of ornaments at Mason height. It's really quite lovely, though. He kept saying that, too: "Isn't the tree lovely?" he'd ask.
Then, strangely, just as we were finishing up, Mason got a sudden fever: 101.6. We gave him tyelnol and some tomato soup, and put him to bed early. Luckily, we have a follow-up appointment with his pediatrician today, otherwise we'd have to schedule one. The fever broke within an hour or so, but it's still troublesome. He still hasn't quite shaken this cold-thing he's had since early November, despite anti-boditics and the nebulizer.
I'm looking forward to Soltace. We got an invitation to a bonfire on Friday night, and we've signed up for a Solstace event at a public park, which promises candle crafts, more fire, and other things. Should be a good holiday.... if I get my shopping done in time.
Oh, and I'm over the slump with my writing. I did a bunch of revisions last night and felt very happy about the book again.
Technically, I *am* insured, but it's the bare minimum that the state offers sad, poor people like me and it has a ridiculously high deductable (like $2,000) so I basically have to pay for everything out of pocket. And, though the contract I signed *said* they covered dental, when my dental office called them to check they said they don't.
My tooth broke when we were in Indiana.
It felt HUGE, of course, and it was one of those things that my tongue kept finding and worrying at. I finally decided, hang the expense, I *had* to go in. It's going to need a crown, of course. Luckily, the dental office was sympathetic to my plight and patched the hole temporarially and told me I could come in "whenever my schedule permited it" (subtle, polite language for "when you can afford it, you sad cow.")
You're reading this thinking -- but, doesn't Shawn work for the state of Minnesota? Aren't they supposed to offer domestic partner benefits? They don't have to, actually, because unlike the University of Minnesota (where I used to work,) MHS is a psuedo-government agency because they get a lot of their income from donations, museum fees, etc. But they *do* offer reimbursement for domestic partners, but that means I have to find someone who will take me on as an individual (rather than buying into their group rate, like married partners get,) and then they will add whatever that cost to Shawn's paycheck... except then they tax us for that "added income." In short: it's a rip-off.
So, after a brief back and forth with the receptionist about whether I was covered for dental work or not, I sat in the dentist office feeling cranky at all the people who carry all thier queer hate into the political arena. I mean, Jesus, how exactly am I offending God by getting my tooth fixed?
Speaking of god, we got our Solstace tree early. We did our traditional trek across University Avenue to pick one out of the lot in front of the YMCA --from the "Y's Men -- clever pun, no? Then we hauled that seven/eight foot beauty across the street and up to our house. It's probably actually close to nine foot, since the glass topper brushes the ceiling. Captain America got a work out lifting that sucker into the base... several times, because even though it's perfectly filled out, the truck itself is quite crooked. Mason LOVED decorating it. This was the first year he could manipulate the hooks and whatnot without parental assistance, so there are a LOT of ornaments at Mason height. It's really quite lovely, though. He kept saying that, too: "Isn't the tree lovely?" he'd ask.
Then, strangely, just as we were finishing up, Mason got a sudden fever: 101.6. We gave him tyelnol and some tomato soup, and put him to bed early. Luckily, we have a follow-up appointment with his pediatrician today, otherwise we'd have to schedule one. The fever broke within an hour or so, but it's still troublesome. He still hasn't quite shaken this cold-thing he's had since early November, despite anti-boditics and the nebulizer.
I'm looking forward to Soltace. We got an invitation to a bonfire on Friday night, and we've signed up for a Solstace event at a public park, which promises candle crafts, more fire, and other things. Should be a good holiday.... if I get my shopping done in time.
Oh, and I'm over the slump with my writing. I did a bunch of revisions last night and felt very happy about the book again.
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Date: 2007-12-18 03:17 am (UTC)*back of hand to forehead*
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Date: 2007-12-18 03:53 am (UTC)In other words, Lyda would feel right at home here, and you'd be in hell.
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Date: 2007-12-18 06:12 pm (UTC)Thank you. That does make me feel better. There's also the "WHERE'S THE FUCKING SUN????" factor. The fact that I had SAD in southern Virginia bodes poorly for my MA transplant options.
It was 23 this morning. I'm surprised you didn't hear me whining all the way up there.
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Date: 2007-12-17 06:21 pm (UTC)There are several places around town that have sliding fee or other reduced fee dental clinics. I used to use Southside Dental Clinic, 4243 4th Ave. South, Minneapolis, 612-822-4383 and they were fine. Martin goes to Community University Dental Clinic, 2001 Bloomington Ave. South Minneapolis, 612-638-0700 and has received good care. Most of these base payment on income and family size, so you should probably consider yourself a family of one. There is also the U of M dental school, which can be tedious. You can also look at this page, which is where I got the info:
http://www.cdf-mn.org/HealthCare/dental.htm
There is one place listed for St Paul: Model Cities Health Clinic
409 North Dunlap St St. Paul, MN 651-290-9200. I know nothing about them.
Hope this helps.
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Date: 2007-12-18 04:58 am (UTC)-Mel
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Date: 2007-12-17 11:48 pm (UTC)-Mel
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Date: 2007-12-18 12:09 am (UTC)Enjoy your solstice!
(Gift certificates to the Uncles make great gifts and you can do it over the phone!)
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Date: 2007-12-18 02:14 am (UTC)I'd continue to rant, but I can't let my blood pressure get too high. I don't have coverage!
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Date: 2007-12-18 10:14 pm (UTC)I know, that's no use to you right now...
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Date: 2007-12-18 01:07 am (UTC)Which is precisely the part that pisses me off, I'm afraid. If marriage is a sacrament before God, then the state has no business in it.
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Date: 2007-12-18 02:18 am (UTC)So I say, keep god out of my legal contract. :-)
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Date: 2007-12-18 02:57 am (UTC)Yeah, but I feel like They [TM] try to have it both ways--it's a legal contract when someone cries "separation of church and state" and a sacrament when someone says "gay marriage." Someone should shout, "No double-dipping!" and take the fondue pot away from Them [TM].
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Date: 2007-12-18 04:29 pm (UTC)MN vs. MHS (from Shawn)
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