Health Episodes In The Flying Petri Dish

I spent the better part of this week on a business trip in New Jersey and the worser part of it fighting off some sort of plague that decided to infest my body.  Basically, I picked up  some sort of crud that started as a tickly cough and ended up with me barking up phlegm bombs, my eyes crusting up like a loaf of bread, the inside of my mouth looking and feeling like I had swallowed boiling water, and my body generally feeling like an alien had invaded it.  I bought a ton of OTC goodies from a CVS Pharmacy which, of course, I could have paid for from my Health Savings Account which HSA rules allow for.

Having been sick all week, I was uber sensitive about the well being of my fellow passengers and was also wondering how many other plague carrying, pflegm barking compatriots there were on that plane with me.  Normally squalor doesn’t particularly bother me, but damned if I was going to spread what I had to 150 total strangers.  Prior to boarding the plane I washed my hands.  When I got on the plane I pulled out my handy “Wet Ones” and wiped my hands again, my tray table and the arm rests of my chair.  Even Michael Jackson would have been proud of me.  Midway through the flight, I went to the lav and washed my hands again while singing my ABCs and Twinkle Twinkle.  I was on the aisle of a three seat row and when I had to cough, I made sure to do it into my shirt sleeve.  Short of donning a containment suit, I think I did a pretty good job of not polluting the cabin.

The problem was, the guy sitting next to me, apparently was carrying a similar plague.  And sandwiched between me and another guy, he proceeded to cough liberally into his hands, all over the back of the tray table, on my shirt sleeve, on the other guy’s shirt sleeve, pretty much everywhere.  It was April showers in November, at 30,000 feet.  

If April showers bring Mayflowers and Mayflowers bring Pilgrims, then all the Pilgrims are going to have the plague and Thanksgiving is going to suck.  Got it?

The moral of the story is, for the sake of your fellow mankind, when you are on an airplane or any confined space for that matter, have some consideration man!  Wash your hands, cough on your sleeve.  It’s a flying petri dish for goodness sake, and we would all like to live to see another Thanksgiving.

God bless you.  Now go find a hanky

Call Me Bubba But The Problem With Health Care Is…

I saw a picture of some congressman sitting in front of a stack of paper last week that was the latest House crack at a piece of legislation that is supposed to represent health care reform.  I think I saw that is was something like 1,950 pages long.    I’m pretty sure any document that is that long is good for attorneys, but beyond that I have to say I am skeptical.

I think it is sadly humorous that there are those in government who think the whole healthcare system is too complicated for the average Joe to sort out.  Hell, how did it get so complicated to begin with?  Is anyone asking that question?  There is no doubt it has become brain numbingly complicated.  But those sitting on the left end of the congressional bench intend to make it “better” by making it even more complicated.

One of the biggest problems with health care as I see it, is that our government will not let the people create the market for it.  Or in other words, there  is such heavy regulation of the industry today, it does not work well in a country that functions best when free markets are allowed to work.  In a market economy, real competition would exist, and you and I would be able to drive costs down and quality of care up with our feet and our wallets.  And guess what; it’s fixin’  to get more complicated, and sadly, unless you are getting it at someone else’s expense, it is also going to get more expensive.

So, if you eat right, exercise, and take really good care of yourself, good for you.  Your reward for being accountable for your own health will be that you get to pay for some other fat slob’s lousy lifestyle.  All wrapped up in a nearly two thousand page document called “health care reform.”

The same men and women who  brought us Social Security and then robbed it blind; who brought us Medicare and are vacuuming our wallets trying to pay for it, are now going to get into the health insurance business in a big way.  If history is any indicator of how this hog is going to fly, the average Aamerican can can count on higher taxes, lower quality of care, less competition and less transparency.  Unless we stand up and raise cain, we are in for a true BOHICA moment.

What ever happened to the KISS principle?  I heard a story once that when NASA was trying to figure out how to put men in space  they spent millions of dollars developing an anti-gravity pen that would write in space.  I even remember when I was a kid, they used to hawk those things on the TV (along with Tang and those nasty peanut butter space sticks).  The Soviets solved the anti-gravity writing problem by sending their cosmonauts into space with a few pencils and pencil sharpeners.  

This whole thing has become a political hairball.  We are not going to see real true reform until our anointed and elected ones cough the damn thing up!

Somebody Talk To Me About Blanche Lincoln

I am not a political hound, wonk, addict, freak, junkie, or otherwise over the top aficionado of the American political system.  So no surprise I had not heard of Senator Blanche Lincoln from the great Southern State of Arkansas until I saw the NY Times article today that outlined her role in seven days of debate in the Senate Finance Committee regarding health care reform.

She appears to have a fairly conservative approach toward health care and is certainly far away from some of here Democrat pals pushing for a public option.  So somebody who knows Mrs. Lincoln, talk to me and the rest of my non-political hound, wonk addict, freak, junkie, or otherwise non-over the top political aficionados  about the likes of Mrs. Lincoln and her centrist pals and their potential role in the re-shaping of health care in America.

As a fiscal conservative, I’ll bet Mrs. Lincoln would like programs like My HSA Rewards.