More Health Care Nightmares

I am healthy, but disabled
I am healthy, but disabled

This is written by a permanently disabled person (severe traumatic brain injury) whose only income is social security disability income of less than the average of $1100 per month.  I was a skilled decorator until my nearly fatal car accident.  Since April 9, 2003 I have raised my beautiful, intelligent daughter, who at age two was diagnosed with autism.  Stephanie and I have lived alone, without her mother since 2006.  My medical help was halted in December of 2012, but I rarely used it anyway and I still had Medicare.  Then, I canceled Medicare in December because I could not afford it; they wanted over $100 every month however, Medicare deducted $200 in January and $100 each successive month until it had been straightened out in May.  A worker at that government office decided that she knew better than I, what was needed for myself.  Then the ex-wife’s support money stopped coming in, and that kind of brings you up to date on what’s been happening.  Except that now, my daughter Stephanie’s health insurance ended as of October 31 of 2013. 

Having hearing aids fit at doctor's office
Having hearing aids fit at doctor’s office

Since I am raising Stephanie singlehandedly her healthcare being cutoff gets immediate attention.  See unlike me, that insurance is necessary for my daughter because she has to wear hearing aids.  Those aids need to be adjusted every six months or so to allow for her growth, which at this time in her life is a lot.  Well her audiologist, or any doctor for that matter, will not see her unless we have insurance.  Life sure was simple before Obama and his care and before “The Year of the Snake”!


Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

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