Through no one’s fault but my own, in my typical scatterbrained, procrastinating, irresponsible way, I have become uninsured.

Yeah, Fall semester, when I’m not a student? That starts in two weeks. But Summer semester? That totally ended two days ago (like I’d notice; I haven’t taken a real class in years). And along with a bunch of undergrads’ final exams, my student health “coverage” [sic] is nothing but a memory.

I have submitted my online application for short-term coverage to Blue Cross/Blue Shield of Georgia (which, in an excellent example of Good Old American Family Values in a Culture of Life, declares quite boldly, Pregnant women are not eligible to apply. Reconcile that for me, you pro-lifers?).

And now, I will sit here very quietly and not touch anything.

I think I smell smoke.

Did you hear that? Sounds like a truck is coming right at my building.

Are you sure this powerstrip is properly grounded? That coffeepot has a shifty look to it.

I have to use stairs to get to the bathroom in this building. I think my nalgene bottle will do for now; I can buy a new one when I’m insured.

Okay, it’s been six minutes, why haven’t they called me with the good news yet? I’m really starting to worry about this chair collapsing right out from under me. Hello? Vive le France?



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