…It’s an old AA saying or so I’ve been told. And surely right now I’m ready to sprint to quit my job so I can stay on Medicaid. That, or I legitimately study every freaking thing I’d need to do and get to make my own generic Lamictal and Luvox. Is my life about to become a spin off of Breaking Bad?
After taking time off to visit the IDHS who told me that my medicaid was in tact, I then get a letter this following week saying that in August of this year my medicaid will be terminated because I make too much money. Now I’ll share with you that I make $10.50 an hour, 40 hours a week and I’m paid biweekly. With all the debt that I’m in, I would be screwed into a coffin while alive if I had to on top of all of that pay for some shitty insurance that will cost me an arm and a leg in copays and monthly fees to upkeep it. When I first started on Obamacare I couldn’t afford the montlhy payments so I ended up with no insurance at all. You know how much my Luvox alone is without insurance coverage? Just over 300 dollars. That’s literally half my paycheck for ONE 30 DAY prescription.
I was just in the shower 10 minutes ago standing under the water and trying not to scream thinking that I should write President Obama and beg him for mercy and let me stay on medicaid. Do jobs let you take a pay cut? I normally don’t ever say things like, “What a miserable life, I want to die” around my family but in my sudden FEAR I let that line slip. My heart is racing and I’m doing the best breathing that I can in order to keep myself calm…but all I want to do is fuck everything and run.