Poking the shark
One more reason to stay at home: I might get sick.
Simple sentence, complex condition. Today’s news points out that the health insurance you purchase before “going abroad” might not pay the bill should you ever be in need. The insurers will (not might) look for any reason to avoid a hit to their profit margin, and if there is a way to invalidate your status… hey, nobody said insurance was a good deal for anyone other than the insurer.
Now, I’m basing my bias on a news report, but the facts support the fear. Someone goes south, gets sick, submits their claim and finds out that the insurer (synonym for psychopathic robber) invalidates that same claim. After all, you may have checked the wrong answer on that silly application form, and your error just bit you in the “nether regions”.
Don’t blame the insurance companies. After all, do you blame the casino when you lose at the tables? Do you blame the rainmaker when you get wet in that sudden, summer shower? Everything is a calculated risk.
I’ll probably regret ever having poked the shark (that is, if I ever get brave enough to travel, and find out myself how those that make money, well, make money.)
On to other things. The return to my cubicle was painless, due in part to my good nature. After all, I’m paid to be there. It’s not like a prison sentence (as I come up on my twenty-fifth year in the place). Things could be worse.
