[Ed. – Katie is one tough broad, and she means it when she tells us not to utter those two words. That said, make those calls, M-f’ers, and get this abomination defeated or Katie will haunt your ass and you know that she will! Do you want to risk that? No, you do not!– TG]
This needs to be couched by a sectional the size of Cleveland, because I will rip this post down faster than Trump’s tiny fingers rancorously spews hate on Twitter if I read, “Sorry, Katie,” or anything in the realm of sympathy, or empathy. Think of it this way, do you really want my forthcoming projectile vomiting on your hands? Do you want to see me walking the streets trying to score more Zofran than my insurance will cover?
I am one of millions of Americans who will be profoundly fucked if the Graham-Cassidy repeal happens. Though reluctant and against my better judgment, I feel it’s important for those of us with stories to spin our yarns.
Anyway, let’s do this.
I have genetic Graves’ autoimmune disease (GD) and Graves’ Eye Disease (GED. I came within 3-weeks of losing my life to GD, due to repeated misdiagnoses and mistreatment. By the time I was treated, I had developed Thyroid Psychoses and Autoimmune Encephalitis. Post-diagnoses, the mistreatment continued. Endocrinologists are the corrupt accountants of medicine. Isn’t that fabulous?! A few years into proper treatment, I was diagnosed with genetic Malignant Melanoma (Stage-0). My mind, body and soul is a festoon of scars.
Adding to my shame buffet of issues now includes medical PTSD and anxiety. Preparing for a doctor’s appointment is the equivalent of watching a blue whale trapped in a fishing net, two quolls fucking, and mood swing Mary hanging herself from the closest noose she can fashion.
I have a psychiatrist (talk therapist) with a sub-specialty in autoimmune, an internist, also with a sub-specialty in autoimmune, three Graves’ ophthalmologists, an oncologist, dermatologist, a dentist whose practice includes several patients with Graves’, and a few other gist’s I’ve picked up along the way. There are also only two hospitals in my area that I can go to with doctors who have depth of understanding about GD and GED. My insurance must cover them.
Currently, my private insurance costs $601.65 a month, excluding my monthly out of pocket expenses which range from $1,500 to $2,500+ a month. Prior to Obamacare, I was paying twice the aforementioned amounts. The draconian Nazi and Nazi bill doesn’t cover pre-existing. Women will also pay more than men. Read the bill here.
I am drowning in medical expenses as it is. If I lose my health insurance or if it goes back up to $1,200 a month, I will die (clap, clap, clap—I know). Without thyroid medications, I’ll be dead in 8-12 weeks. Sans quarterly blood work and twice annual biopsies, and a host of other things that keep me healthy, I’ll be a memory (hopefully not a shitty one). Still. I want to peel out on my terms, not because of a handful of psychopaths in government.
As for my story, it’s nothing compared to what countless other Americans will lose. To me, Graham Cassidy is another form of genocide. The only thing that keeps my anxiety at bay is calling senators to beg them not to repeal the ACA.
On that note… Time to make more calls.