I’m going to preface this post on Medicaid Cuts by saying this: if you don’t get it, that’s not my problem. I don’t have the energy to help you understand why this matters on a larger, political scale. If you offer me worthless advice in the comments, I will reply with merciless snark.
Dan was kicked off Medicaid after 6 years. His current health insurance ends at the end of the month. All because I make $200 more per month than is allowed under new rules.
The rules don’t care that the annual price of one of his prescriptions is more than I make the whole year—far exceeding the “extra” $2,400 a year the metric says I make now. Or that the Patreon and YouTube income I report are not guaranteed. Or that I can’t afford my medical bills even with those supplemental sources. Or that Dan gets paid nothing to be my rock.
The rules do, however, mandate that we can’t save money for when something like this inevitably happens.
If my brain cancer, medical anxiety, disability, and mystery illness weren’t enough, now I get to worry AGAIN about the health care of my emotional support human. The man who literally keeps me fed and watered and scrapes me up off the floor when I fall out of bed.
So, yeah. I’m honking pissed again.
Making anyone deal with these things when there are other options is inhumane. Making the sick and disabled navigate this hellscape—repeatedly—is supervillain levels of evil. Even convicted sadistic fuckwads would think twice about doing this to other humans.
For me to get any kind of better or merely acclimate to symptoms of my relatively new and undiagnosed health problems, I require stability.
This ain’t fucking it.