Welcome to grown-up world

I don't know when human children are actually considered to be grown up, but I figure anywhere around 30 is pretty close. Today I made my first appointment to my very own dentist, using my very own medical insurance, in my very own town far far away from home.

Why is this blog worthy? I don't know if it is. Something just struck me as being very grown up about that--being part of the complaining majority worried about health care costs and coverages. I'd been covered with my family until age 25 since I was a full-time student. (Yeah, till age 25, so what). Then I somehow was still under my dad's Kaiser plan for years after that. At one point I struck a crummy deal with an employer so they'd help pay for that plan instead of giving me their crappy one. I never could find a better deal-- paying $250 a month for a healthy person on no prescriptions with no medical history, no nothing-- yeah, that's fair.

I was freeballing it for a while and my parents picked up the tab. Nice of them--without it I wouldn't have seen a doctor for oh, three years or so. And I meet a lot of people in that phase. I was lucky to have a safety net. But now, I am settling back into a profession that provides "adequate" coverage and I feel grateful. Also a bit ripped off-- since the appointment I made today to see the dentist (first time in 2 years) is not until the end of November. Then I want to get some ortho work done since my teeth have moved a bit... that requires a 6 month waiting period, after my first and second dentist appts. Who knows where I'll be then!

Anyway, long rambling entry. It's good to be back from Burning Man. More on that later.

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