(Testing the waters, this blog will lack any links, images, sound files, or rewrites. It's essentially a copy-and-paste of an email I hastily wrote my dad, brothers, and Sara about getting health insurance again after many years. Consider it a trial balloon. Maybe I'll actually build up the confidence in an editing platform to start writing the many blog drafts sketched in my folder here, and the growing number which are endangering my short-term memory recall).
For the first time in many years (six?) I'm holding a little plastic card which says I belong to a group medical insurance plan. Granted, it's with an Aetna HMO, and only covers 80% of my premiums, as opposed to a CIGNA PPO which would have covered 100% of myself and all of my dependents (par for a my technical writing job benefits package, and available from the first day of employment -- not nearly ten months after-wards), but it's nice to see again -- particularly as I would be ineligible for continued Medi-Cal coverage, a state benefit which has been under severe budget cuts besides.
Oh, and I will finally be able to see a dentist again, after six years of neglect. Good thing I don't care for sugar.
Among my many yet to be completed blog topics is one correlating dental health with wealth. It's become a better barometer, in my observation, than the quality of one's shoes, manicure and absence of callouses, and subtle clues of haberdashery. The poor have bad teeth, and California's recent elimination of practically all dental benefits under Medi-Cal reaffirms it. Look closely at the smiles of the affluent, and you will see what I mean. (note this does not apply to many East Asians, as the mineral levels in their drinking water and poor calcium consumption rates seem to augment a genetic predisposition for prematurely yellowed teeth, which can otherwise be quite healthy).
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