My personal health care reform story


A friend sent me the following question in an email today:

out of curiosity, who do you get your medical insurance through? every so often i toy with taking time off and the thing that always stops me dead in my tracks is insurance… i’m kinda curious how coverage works when you’re not with a company that picks it up for you…

My poor friend ┬áprobably didn’t realize what a touchy subject this was for me. My response to him I thought was worth sharing, so here it is:

In short:

If money is not a big issue, it is straightforward and easy to get.

If you don’t particularly feel like shelling out 700 plus dollars a month (or can’t) it is a Byzantine nightmare.

It took me many months of research and hassle to even be able to qualify for (much less afford) insurance. I finally settled on the least bad of any plan I could find, a place called Freelancers Insurance Company. They pool a bunch of freelancers into a group for better buying rates. I had to prove a certain amount of freelance work and have several clients verify with signed forms before I could even get coverage from them. I currently pay 266 dollars a month which includes vision and dental. While this is easily the best rate for the most coverage I could find, there are many things left out and I have a crazy high yearly out of pocket (something like 13K) should I need a hospital stay for example. My copays for a regular doc visit are 30 bucks (in network) and 50 bucks for a specialist (also in network).

If I had been able to afford more coverage, it would have been preferable, but alas this year as I am building a client list I have really not made much money at all. This process has been enlightening however, and made me realize how much the working poor (which sadly includes me at the moment) are screwed over in this country when it comes to health care. Being freelance adds and extra dollop of bend-over-and-take-it to the mix, because so much of our health care costs are hidden in the (even poor) health benefits that many employers extend to their staff.

Still, I was happy to finally have health care. That was, until I decided to actually use it recently. On my very first doctor visit after having coverage, I went to go see an in-network specialist (for a somewhat unpleasant problem I won’t bore you with), gave them my insurance card, got a consultation, paid my 50 dollars and left, thinking that was that. A couple of weeks later I received a notice in the mail from my insurer telling me that this may be considered a pre-existing condition and they may refuse coverage. I was pissed, and dutifully send them back all documentation that I had, and am still waiting to see if they will cover me. ┬áPeople who truly do have pre-existing conditions are (again) SCREWED in this country. The fact that it is even legal to deny such coverage is in my mind one of the great evils of our current system. I am in an especially shitty position because I had a coverage gap while I was traveling and trying to qualify for insurance here in NYC. Insurers love to mess with you on that score as well (although not before taking several months of your premium payments).

Btw, while I was investigating the charge the specialist made to the insurance company, I was gobsmacked to discover that his charge to them for a 15 minute consultation was 900 bucks! I have no idea how much of this is overhead to an insurer, how much is just what they can get away with, but jeez really? I would LOVE to be able to bill at that rate. People have no idea how much doctors and hospitals charge back for services, but they should. In any event, this guy is competent and is on my insurers list of in-network, approved physicians, so they should be covering me without hassle and negotiating better rates with the doctors themselves.

Ultimately, I have become convinced that some things, like police protection and health care, should not be run as for-profit operations. They must be fair and available to everyone. The people that think we have the greatest health care system in the world are the ones that can afford the best coverage. That won’t change in a single payer system (France for instance covers everyone quite nicely and some people have add-on insurance called mutuals for things the system won’t cover) but there should be a minimum level that all citizens are entitled to. People who say we will have health care rationing under single payer are crazy if they think it isn’t rationed already: It is rationed on the ability to pay.

Hope this helps. It made me feel better putting it down on paper. :) Feel free to call me directly with any questions.



I had a bit of a nightmare last night, which is pretty rare for me.

I was deep in an underground school or camp or prison of some sort, hanging out with a rag tag group. We were sort of like a group of homeless people, rummaging around the debris of these subway tunnels and basements for junk we could use. The people running the place were thuggish, brutish types that were quite menacing. Two other guys and me were about to be punished for breaking some rule, some minor infraction perhaps having to do with some contraband. They had decided that we had to have our eyes put out. We were terrified, but going about preparing ourselves. I was very upset that this was happening, and I complained to someone who told me that for some ethnic reason, this rule didn’t apply to us. I spoke to one of the people in charge who gave me a note excusing me from the punishment, although the small gang meting out the punishment seemed unlikely to heed it. I kept avoiding the place where the torture was happening because I was worried that even though I had been excused and had my note, they would still grab me and try to do the same. I was with a small group, half hiding and yet still wandering close to the place where the guys eyes were to be put out, a group preparing their bed and station and moving things around. The scene was like a wartime, dirty makeshift hospital ward. We heard their screams coming from the other room and I was horrified and also relieved that it was not happening to me. I was filled with some shame for my special privilege, and anger at their stupid rules. We left after that to go out to a safer place while they recuperated. A group of “friends” grabbed me and let me to another part of the underground maze. It seemed that there was a real kind of cultural divide, and that I needed to go with them or I wouldn’t be safe. As we wandered from room to room, I noticed a bunch of malformed and sickly children that were coming and going, moving around everywhere or arriving by elevator down to the depths with us. Then the entire place seemed to tip sideways and we all fell to the ground, and then I woke up.