So I made an appointment. The folks
were nice. Very nice. I’ve never been a really big “insurance”
guy. I understand the operating principles, but I never quite know
how to make sure everything works.
I once had to pay over $1,000 for an
STI test just because I went to the doctor’s office a day fucking
early. It was a complete hassle that saw me getting billed by three
or so different organizations I’d never heard of and my overall
experience was unsatisfactory.
With the public healthcare plan I
signed up for as a poor person, I was able to fill out my form and then the
folks behind the counter determined my insurance information.
They could do that because the system
was all linked together. They had to do that because I hadn’t
gotten my card yet. Getting a mental health screening was at the top
of my list of things to do and I imagined there would be a line so I didn't want to wait for my card to come in the mail before I got into the queue.
Luckily, I was correct. My appointment
ended up being on “Walk-In Wednesday,” which is a little
depressing, but for essentially free mental health that might be able
to help me hold down the next job I get, I think it’s worth it.
I know it’s worth it.
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