ObamaCare South

Insurance office
Our insurance office.

I’ve had no health insurance since I moved over the Rio Bravo 13 years ago, and I haven’t been worried about it at all. I pay out of pocket.

Sure, something really major could crop up, and from what I have read, heard and observed it could cost me up to the price of a new, midsize car.

And I can handle that.

What it would not  cost, unlike north of the border, is half a million bucks or more. For that kind of price tag, you darn sure better have insurance.

But that’s not the world I live in. Our hospitals do not charge $500 for a 75-cent pill, a common ripoff above the border.

We’ve seen some health emergencies recently in my child bride’s family. The brother who came down with, and is still recovering from, encephalitis.

Another brother, shortly after, had an appendix emergency, and that required surgery too. Last year a cousin here in our town had major surgery, some female thing. I forget the details.

All of this happening together got my child bride to worrying. She thought we needed health insurance in spite of my insisting we do not.

The three relatives in question paid virtually nothing for their hospitalizations, all of which went off without a hitch. And all three were enrolled in a relatively new health plan called Seguro Popular, a government scheme.

Seguro Popular  is what Obama’s gang should have dreamed up but didn’t.

First off, it’s free to virtually everyone. It’s also optional, up to you. No coercion. If taxes went up, I doubt anyone noticed.

Well, you can’t beat free, so yesterday afternoon the two of us went to the enrollment office. That’s it in the photo above. A nice man took our information and the copies of a few simple documents.

He asked some questions like do we own a home, a car, a stove and refrigerator, and what kind of floors does our house have.

Then we stepped to the other side of the room where we were weighed, height and waist measured, and a drop of blood was taken to see our sugar level.

We’re both in tip-top shape.

About 20 minutes after that, we were fingerprinted with some high-tech gadget, and given proof of insurance and a color booklet that details all the procedures included. It appears to be almost everything that might befall you.

That’s it.  We’ve covered.

I doubt we will ever use this insurance. Why? You must go to government hospitals, most of which are quite basic, to put it mildly. I prefer a snazzy private facility 40 minutes away in the state capital.

But the future is unknown. And we now have health insurance.  Free!

God, I love socialism!