We live in a society where no one accepts responsibility for their mistakes; no one is held accountable
for their actions; and one EVER, EVER says they are sorry.
Let me show you a small glimpse inside the typical day of the 47 million uninsured and underinsured in the wealthiest nation in the world: The United States of America.
As someone who spent years as one of the 47 million (source RWJF.org) I spent day after day after day doing the same thing without any result or consequence.
I can only offer
you a glimpse into day in the life because there is no room to sit in my car with all the files, medical records and appeal documents.
I believe my apartment may actually be a fire hazard…
This was my daily update posted at 7:30am:
As for my most recent insurance dispute (2008) little jas changed and I feel I have done everything humanly possible to
protect health care providers who are NOT providing health…
I cannot clean up the slack for my every underqualified, health care provider (who did NOT provide adequate care to my patients or myself). However I feel I have no other choice than
to share what I have learned…
Having been on both sides if the proverbial couch, I have the perspective
that is both enlightening and scary at the same time.
Sometimes I try to look at this fight, (I meant to say this life) objectively.
I can see my own future, and I can see where it is taking me. I know how it will end it I don’t thinks I can
keep up the
It is amazing at how far we will go to have nothing at all.
I have come this far, and on some level I almost enjoy the dance.
On some level, I actually love the
No. I won’t give up now. Because without this turmoil, this means an end to this demonstration project of futility and determination, amd without that I am nothing at all. I can’t lose what I never had.
I won’t be another sell-out; mostly because I don’t know how.
I am the voice of perseverence. I am one of 47 million Americans with sunstandard medical care.
And today I am I am still fighting the good fight.
This battle; this challenge; this half won war has come to define me. And without that, I am really nothing at all.
As someone once told me, if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything. I’ve already fallen, but I sure as shit stand for something.
So for now, I write. Maybe later, I will listen. And if there is any justice left in this world, maybe someday I will actually live.
Elyssa D. Durant