I'm really angry right now. I suppose I should be thankful that I have any medical insurance at all. Last year due to rising costs, they decided to go to one of those high-deductible plans and give us a health savings account to cover the first half the deductible, and no Flex Spending or cafeteria plan HSA to cover the employee's half. So if we had more than $1500 in medical expenses, it came out of our pockets. If we did not like the sound of that plan, we could choose to pay a higher premium and go with a plan that had co-pays and a lower deductible. I forgot about the deadline for last year's open enrollment, so they automatically stuck me in the basic, high-deductible plan. I have not been happy with the feeling that if I get really sick, I'm going to be screwed, so I have been looking forward to open enrollment time this year.
And here comes a letter in the mail from the home office, saying they are switching companies. They are also eliminating the option for the more expensive premium plan. AND this year, the half of the deductible they cover will be the second half. So I'm out of options. And really going to hurt each and every fucking time I need to see a doctor. AND really screwed anytime they want lab work.
I'm hoping the letter Windsparrow got was really incredibly wrong.
My life has been training for the post apocalypse world. Boy scouts (a real troop, not the show troops). Camping and cooking and foraging skills. Fishing and hunting, etc. all learned in my formative years, and now dormant.
We can scavenge generators/alternators and fan blades from all the abandoned cars to make windmills for electricity. Banks of scavenged car batteries can be our storage.
More refinement as we went along would increase efficiency. Eventually we could probably rig up wind turbines to a rough power grid.
Surviving hydroelectric plants could be harnessed, too.
I guess my main post-apocalyptic duties would be scavenging and barter.
Andi and I will set up a wind farm and Bed and Breakfast, with a smithy for all the horse riders, and maybe a still.
Maybe a trading post. Jensen's Freehold or some such.....
Practical, yes, but yeeesh.
Not really. There are a huge number of variables. There aren't too many things this side of chlorine that will kill you right away, and unless someone manages to attack the whole country, help will be on the way. Or it would have been, before Bush gutted FEMA.
WS, most insurance sets a maximum amount of out-of-pocket expenses. Have you checked what that is?
What we need to do is pick a place where we can meet, post-Apocalypse.
I can also wield a double bladed axe. Useful for felling trees and zombies.
Could you take out two zombies with one stroke?
I am so seeking out the buffista compound after the apocalypse. IF i survive it. Seems like it will be a well organized place, and that is essential in a crisis. I'll do my best to seduce a survivalist or two and bring em along, otherwise my contributions would wear out once the stores were thoroughly looted.
We're assuming electricity in post-apocalytiverse?
We'd have batteries for a while, but I suggest we ration them for other uses besides, um,
blowdriers
besides, we wouldn't need
blowdriers
what with all the repopulating the earth we'd be up to.
I'm a good camper and cook well over a fire (which is no joke I'll tell you), but I suspect I'd make my living cracking people up for bites of their squirrles.
In a post-apocalyptic world I'm getting laid AND I'm a working comedian. Sweet.
And it looks like the stage hand strike is over. Go Broadway!
