(First, A Good Morning Face!)
…And then the post.
YOU know how it goes. You’re at a gathering. You have a conversation, during which you’re flabbergasted and have no socially acceptable response, or even a response that can sum up your feelings at all. A conversation like, say…
Other Person: [a lovely and kind person with a life experience of job security, good pension, and good health, currently living a very comfortable retirement] Why did you move to New Mexico?
Me: Blah blah blah and in a big part because of the health insurance options.
OP: I don’t get that whole health insurance thing. We just pay our doctors cash. It’s so much simpler, and they’re perfectly happy to be paid that way.
Me: [faintly] Oh, really? Well, I haven’t been able to do that. In fact, I carry a very large debt right now because I was hospitalized last year, and insurance didn’t cover it. It’s one of the defining factors of my life.
OP: [expresses concern and curiosity; a short exchange about the situation] Well, that’s a shame you’ve been through that. I hope the doctors can help soon.
Me: [flabbergasted, mutter something socially appropriate; conversation ends]
But of course you know what happened, two days later, as I was dealing with certain paperwork details of the debt situation.
MyLittleVoice to OP in absentia: Well, the doctors can’t help me if I can’t afford to see them in the first place.
Wah!! Where is MyLittleVoice when I need it? Where are my brains when I need them? One of the most important issues of my maturing generation, and all I got in was a socially appropriate mutter!
Don’t you just hate that?