I love my health insurance.Fact ONE: On Saturday, October 17, 2009, I, Aaron Snyder, came down with a cough. Insignificant in itself, not being a horrible bad sounding cough, so thought nothing of it.Fact TWO: On Sunday, October 18, 2009, around ELEVEN EH-EMM EST, I developed a severe headache, most likely the result of the aforementioned coughing gradually getting worse. TWELVE THIRTY PM EST, my head was pounding, and hotter than the sun. I felt uneasy, and then out of nowhere, from my neck down, I was freezing, yet it was nearly 70 degrees in my room. I HAD THE CHILLS. A direct result of what I would later learn was a FEVER OF AT LEAST 104 DEGREES NOT CELSIUS. As the day lingered on, I felt worse and worse, only to be prodded every time I movies by the worst cough imaginable. I tried to go on through the day, watching quick talking Guy Ritchie films and listening to drunk Machinima talk on a podcast, but, at the end of the day, I was sure I was to die. Fact THREE: Monday, October 19, 2009, fever nearly gone, yet a new problem. Sever pains in my diaphragm and lower chest, almost certainly a direct result of the COUGHING. Stayed home from high school, for fear the fever would arise again. Around FOUR FIFTEEN PM family's pet dog is once again sprayed by a skunk. I find shelter at a friends house for the rest of the evening. Fact FOUR: Tuesday, October 20, 2009, all symptoms from fever gone, but the COUGHING is still persistent. It has reached a high enough sickness factor, that I'm literally COUGHING UP VOMIT many times a day. Not vomiting, but COUGHING SO HARD IT COMES UP. So I call up my mother. She picks me up a few hours later and we head to a local clinic. Upon entering, they FORCE ME TO WEAR A BLUE MEDICAL MASK, and then precede to tell me that my insurance has been changed, so that only my old pediatrician can see me. The clinic isn't even allowed to look at me by law. So we call up the child doctor. What is that? Oh, SHE IS FULL UP FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS. END: Here I sit, telling you my sad affair from my lonely computer chair. What shall I do? Why not hack up a lung, it isn't as if my insurance carrier cares. Aaron. |
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