One nation, undevided. Not exactly.
We all have a mission. Nothing religious. No, we have to teach, others, with less of an understanding of reality. Today, I tried to explain that not everyone lives in the US (to an American).
I received a phone call from someone wanting to register me for Medicare. I spoke kindly, using tiny words. In THIS country, like many in the world, we don’t have a private, for-profit, health system. Not going to debate that precept. I know, because when I go to the hospital, they take care of me. Without my credit score being used as a deciding factor. Like I say, I used tiny words.
And, in short order, I was bumped up the ladder to a supervisor. He didn’t know what country he had called. Didn’t need to. He also had a mission. And so, again, I used tiny words to explain that the US model was not “universal”. He accepted my efforts, stoicly, and then offered to remove me from their list. I still don’t think he uderstood me. My Canadian accent.
You know, my telephone company does a very poor job of screening nonsense calls. Yes, I’m on a list and no, it doesn’t change much. At least he didn’t try to register me to vote. Next month.
The heavy hauling is done. The deck furniture is now down at ground level. No injuries, which would have required Medicare. What, exactly, qualifies as a “pre-existing condition”? Other than death, which is how we do things, here in the north. The BBQ is going to require assistance, because I don’t know where to put it, this year. Something about a “deep clean”.
