I rarely get sick, and when I do I just keep trucking. This is the 3rd year in a row that I’ve gotten sick during VBS week. I get a sore throat, cold, and last year a whomping fever. I had to listen to my own words today as I was teaching the kids about health care, or rather the lack thereof, in Africa. I was telling them that simple illnesses can be quite serious because of the lack of treatment and proper nutrition. Then I came home to my gorgeous garden, popped a few pills, and slept. I’ll be fine. I’m tuning in to the ease of access and availability of health care here.
At the same time….really? Does it have to be this expensive, and complicated? I know I complain about the cost of our health insurance when I fully realize that we got our money’s worth during Aidan’s first year of life. So I’m feeling torn today. Grateful and not wanting to under-appreciate our abundance. At the same time, I don’t want to be caught sleeping on the job, silenced as Aidan’s healthcare slowly trickles to the wayside. For the time being I suppose I’ll get comfortable with the paradox of being grateful and scared at the same time.