It was an average afternoon. We were fixing dinner. The kids were playing. And then... it happened. "T" was playing tag with the other kids, missed her stop, and ran her arm through a window.
Her dad was outside, messing with the car. A maintenance man was coming down the stairs. And between the two of them they called 9-1-1, summoned an ambulance and we went careening off to the hospital around 5:30 PM. A couple hundred stitches later, we walked back in the door at home at 2:00 AM.
It was messy. We're all tired. But fortunately no nerves and tendons were permanently damaged. And she had a superb surgeon to sew her up.
Which brings us to current events. Like so many other young families in America, they are uninsured. Accidents seldom happen when it's convenient, when we have money in the bank, when we have a savings plan. They nearly always happen at the worst moment. Currently both parents are unemployed. When you lose your job, you lose your insurance. And the parents are worried about paying for painkillers and antibiotics out of pocket.
What kind of country do we live in when a twelve year old girl does without painkillers with a hundred and seventy five stitches in her arm? Sure there are twenty-four hour drugstores but they charge more than someplace like Walmart or Sam's Club. Hopefully we can afford them when we crawl out of bed.
So for those who don't want some kind of health care plan... stuff it. Drop by and hold my granddaughter's hand and explain to her why she has to hurt. For those greedy drug companies out there that charge and arm and a leg for meds... shame on you. Face us one on one and explain why we have to decide whether to have our meds or eat.
I've paid taxes since I was sixteen. Lots of them. And I would pay more if it meant that everyone of my children and grandchildren were insured. I would gladly pay if it meant that no child had to go to sleep in pain.