I woke up cussing this morning. A heated verbal altercation with an ignorant coot in the parking lot of a Waterbury, Connecticut, dive bar last night gave me unsettled sleep, as our argument over health care policy rattled on in my head throughout the night.
This piece should begin with a clear disclaimer: I am not an angry person by nature. A friend who had the misfortune to call right after the incident last night expressed surprise that I'd actually been yelling and cussing at someone. I can be passionately opinionated about certain subjects, but only a heavy drenching of blindly stubborn ignorance or heartlessness can move my temper. On the rare occasions I'm provoked to tumble over that edge, a loud spectacle laden with expletives emerges from the fury. Thus it was that I totally lost my shit last night.
My stop in Waterbury came at the end of a long and frustrating day, during which I'd been unsuccessfully canvassing for my Connecticut recession story. Yesterday afternoon I'd had a long and heart-wrenching conversation with a 53-year-old woman whose life has essentially been destroyed by the cost-conscious decision-making process of a for-profit health insurance corporation. Her situation lacked the recession-related hook, which made it inappropriate for my project, but I will summarize briefly so readers can understand why at the moment I encountered the ignorant coot last night, I had limited patience for his point of view.
Regina Wren contracted Lyme disease in the mid-1990s. The regimen prescribed by her specialized doctor would have almost certainly led to a full recovery, but her insurer, UnitedHealth, would not authorize the treatment. As a result, the disease nearly killed her and has continued to ravage her body and mind for over a decade, requiring repeated rounds of medical care when the most severe symptoms flare up. Regina deals with chronic pain and mental fog, sometimes to the point where her mind has trouble retrieving the most simple vocabulary.
The notion that hurts her most--and the point in the conversation when we both began to cry--concerns her lost potential. Regina was in nursing school when she contracted Lyme disease. She was hard-working and ambitious. She had overcome the limited opportunities of her lower-middle class upbringing, nurturing big dreams about how she was in command of her own destiny. That all disappeared because she could not afford to pay out of pocket for the treatment that would have stopped the disease before it burrowed deep into her system.
That treatment would have cost UnitedHealth less than $10,000. If Regina's muddled brain recalls correctly, the company's CEO, William McGuire, earned a $40 million bonus that year.
By refusing to authorize her treatment, UnitedHealth preserved a sliver of profits for its shareholders, but the subsequent expense passed on to U.S. taxpayers has been enormous. Because of her chronic health problems, Regina has been on disability for almost a decade--a painful but unavoidable reality for someone with her work ethic. Medicare will be paying for an upcoming surgery, which will sever a nerve and, hopefully, lessen the cognitive effects of the disease. In the bigger picture, America has lost the contribution of someone who would have otherwise been a productive member of society.
After listening to Regina recount her life's struggle, I'm nurturing a pre-existing simmering anger as I pull into the parking lot of a Waterbury dive bar during happy hour, intending to canvas the bargain drinkers for a recession story.
The 58-year-old man I meet in the parking lot--I'll call him Joe Schmoe--had been laid off from a printing company earlier this year. Fortunately, his boss called him back to service after three months. When Schmoe started working again, the boss invited him to rejoin the company health plan immediately. The monthly premiums in the company plan are $350, so Schmoe told his boss that he would just stay with "Obama's plan" as long as he could, since that only cost $279 a month.
I don't quite understand what Schmoe means by "Obama's plan," but a little questioning clarifies that he's referring to the 65 percent COBRA subsidy provisions included in the stimulus package. "Isn't that ridiculous?," Schmoe asks. Again, I feel slightly befuddled. "Isn't what ridiculous?" I respond.
"Taxpayers subsidizing health insurance premiums," Schmoe answers. I think it would be technically illegal for Schmoe to continue on subsidized COBRA after returning to work, but that doesn't seem to be his problem with the situation. He views the COBRA subsidy as the creeping edge of a government takeover of healthcare.
"If there hadn't been a subsidy, your COBRA would have been around $750 a month. Could you have afforded that?" I inquire.
"No," Schmoe laughs. "Especially not if I'm unemployed."
"So what would you have done?"
"I'd have gone off insurance," he says matter-of-factly.
There's some kind of disconnect here, I think to myself, still calm and determined to attempt a logical and rational discussion with a man who does not seem entirely capable of rational logic.