Monday, September 2, 2019

The Art of Being on Fire

      I was called by a friend yesterday. He wanted to ask about chronic illness. I wasn't apprehensive. I've told the story of getting diabetes type 1 so many times. Still, no matter how many times I tell it, something hurts. The thing that hurts the most is that this is an easily manageable condition. Or disease. Call it whatever you will. It is easily managed with the proper support. And how many conditions are like that? If we only had the proper resources, what could we easily deal with?

      In 2017, I wrote a poem about the healthcare debates that were going on in this country. The healthcare debates that, every few months, rise again like the horror movie villain you thought you were finished with. The thing about living in the United States with a chronic illness is that there is no real safety. Every day is a alleyway with poor lighting; it is a blind corner; a strange noise, although in a familiar place, is still scary. Even without having an illness, chronic or not, the specter of possibly getting diagnosed is enough to make most middle and lower class people afraid. Especially as healthcare regulations get more and more relaxed to favor those who run the system and profit off its heartlessness.

      Before the ACA, or Obamacare, was passed, I remember seeing so many stories of people being denied coverage for suddenly being diagnosed with a "pre-existing" condition. Imagine being kicked off your healthcare because you were diagnosed with something that wasn't in your family history. The only thing pre-existing in that is greed. I remember when I turned 24 looking for health insurance plans. Even the expensive ones did not accept me. My life was prohibitively expensive for them. Put another way, my life was not of sufficient value for them to invest back into me.

     I'm not here to mince words. There is no free market when the choices are to pay or die. Without the support of healthcare, too many people have met death too early. Before the ACA was passed, 45,000 tombstones a year should have been inscribed with the lament that loose regulations, greed, and lack of investment caused a body to be planted long before it should have been. Said another way: by prioritizing profits and greed over care, we are allowing capitalistic eugenics to take place. By this I mean that if one does not have the right amount of money to survive, one will die. This happens due to our country's laws prioritizing profits over care.

      Let me be a bit more detailed about what diabetes type 1 is. It is a condition in which the pancreas no longer produces insulin. Insulin is a hormone which acts like a key to allow sugar to be absorbed from the blood stream and into cells so that those cells can use the sugar for energy. Without insulin, sugar can build up in the blood stream and cause some really nasty long term problems such as nerve damage, kidney damage, heart disease, loss of eyesight, and in particularly nasty situations, the loss of limbs. This happens because the blood may become blocked and be unable to give oxygen to parts of the body. If this happens, that part of the body dies and must be amputated or risk the death of the rest of the body.

      However, the good news is that the condition can be managed and is successfully managed by millions of people with relative ease. All one has to do is check their blood sugar to ensure it is in balance and, should it not be, take the appropriate action to re-balance it: if the sugar is too high, take more insulin or possibly get some exercise to cause the body to absorb more sugar. If the sugar is too low, eat more food. It is simple in its execution, but it is complicated by the availability of proper resources.

      One of the most important resources for a diabetic is money. Money buys testing supplies; money buys insulin; money pays for insurance plans. Money is prerequisite for life in America. Especially for those who have a chronic health condition. As with anything in the United states, some things cost more than others. Even if they shouldn't. For example, there are several testing supply companies which make it so that a diabetic can poke their finger and get a small amount of blood onto a strip in order to know what their sugar is and respond accordingly. Without insurance, some test strips cost upwards of $1 per strip. As a diabetic, I should be testing about 5 to 10 times a day. That is $150 to $300 extra every month. The good news is there are sets of 100 test strips available for just under $18. That's about $27 to $54 a month. Far more manageable.

      Unfortunately, testing is only part of the equation. If I test my sugar, and my sugar is too high, then I must take action. Although earlier I said that one could exercise in order to drop their sugar, this is assuming that they have some insulin present in their body. Without insulin, the sugar will not drop no matter what a person does. Cells will not open. They will not get rid of the sugar in the blood stream. This, along with some history, is what makes the upcoming information about the price of insulin so grotesque.

      When insulin was originally invented, the inventor sold the patent for $1. They wanted to make sure that no one died needlessly. When I originally began taking an insulin called Humalog, I was 12 years old. At that time, each 10 mL vial of insulin cost about $21. I still take Humalog today. The price is now around $270 per 10 mL vial. It is the exact same thing. I need about 2 vials of insulin a month to survive. Insulin is non-negotiable. If I do not have it, I will die. It will be a painful death. My body will begin to break down its own fat and muscle in order to try to feed itself. It will be swimming in sugar but won't be able to use any of it. I will likely slip into a coma. I will die. Regardless of who reads this, it should be unconscionable.

      The poem below is the piece I referenced so long ago. I felt that I needed to explain a lot before I got into it because otherwise, you might be wondering why is this fit white man yelling about healthcare? Because it is a system that has turned people into profit and our politicians do nothing about it except to defend the system which keeps winding up on so many people's epitaphs.

      If you feel the same way I do: that healthcare is prohibitively expensive; that no one should live in fear of something easily manageable; that our politicians have a duty to protect their citizens and hold people and systems which do harm accountable for the harm they cause; that the best apology is changed behavior, then I implore you to vote only for candidates who have explicitly stated they are fully committed to medicare for all. The people we invest in grow; this is why the wealth of the rich has increased by trillions while the wealth of the middle class has fallen. This is why nearly 530,000 people cite medical expenses as a reason for bankruptcy.

      I cannot do it alone. For my and several others who cannot or do not have the ability to speak for themselves, please make sure that your vote reflects your values.

Thank you for your time
Drew


Tuesday, July 23, 2019

American Narrative: Controlling the people through story

I’ve been thinking a lot about some things that I think are wrong in this country. I know, I know; it’s a long list. 

The thing is I think there are several “myths” we take as truths in this country. Whether they are designed and put in place by people in power or merely a byproduct of a sort of social ecosystem (where certain ideas sustain and feed other ideas and thereby maintain order by keeping people complacent) I do not know.

For example, corporations have a ton (at least a few billion if not more) riding on the idea that unions are the enemy of workers. That paying union dues is the thing that keeps laborers’ paychecks low. This is not consistent with truth.

There is the idea that taxes are similar to union dues. Or that they are theft. This is absolutely a stunning mischaracterization. Granted, many taxes could be argued as theft in their current form, but this is due to where those dollars end up going rather than the fact they are taken: When most of our tax dollars go to support endless wars, corporate subsidies, and tax breaks for the wealthy, there really isn’t any revenue left for education, food stamps, or collective social programs. In a way, America is laundering money to war profiteers, and they’re making a killing.

The last myth before I post this poem is the idea of a zero sum game. This basically states that if one person is winning, then another must necessarily be losing. This is not true, but it feels like it is. This is not true, but it forces people to see society as enemies rather than contributors, as competitors rather than facilitators. It’s damaging and unhealthy. The following poem talks about presenting the idea of people winning just enough to not stake what they have on any sort of revolution. The more we fight each other, though, the less energy we have to tackle the real problems.

Keep It Consistent

Change isn’t necessary
As long as comfort remains consistent
And comfort comes too easily
When complacency replaces care.
In order to keep rebellion to a minimum,
Make people
Just happy enough
That they will be afraid to lose
What they could have had
If only they had kept quiet.
Convince them
That everyone else
Is born with hooked teeth
And sticky hands
That the other people around them will be unable
To do anything
Except attempt to take what’s yours —
Convince them
That their greed
Is just a reflection
From everyone else’s eyes —
That this greed wasn’t theirs to begin with,
That keeping the consistency is less trouble
Than the heartbreak of change
Besides
The responsibility resides
With the ones
Who broke the system
The ones who were there before they were born.
They are bystanders
In a world where cops
Are nothing but trigger fingers
Looking for an excuse to get itchy
They are sheep in a world full of wolves
And always on the lookout for zippers peaking from underneath wool
Remind them
It’s a dog eat dog world
But leave out the part
That dogs don’t each other
Until people place bets on them —
Don’t let them notice
That there’s a billion dollar bet riding
On our ability to see
Consistency
As a form of soft control —
Create unhealthy habits
Then call it “trying to survive”
Say that being alone and depressed
Is better than being
With other people and awkward
Tell them that perfection is the perquisite for love
So that being loved
Becomes an impossible pursuit

Don’t let them see that faults
Are something that can make the earth quake
Don’t let them hear  
how water laughs
Even as it carves its path through granite
Don’t let them find out
That the glass-crack crash of thunder
Has nothing on the brilliant flash that blast it into being

Make sure they don’t learn their history
So that they’ll be doomed to repeat it

Cackle when they finally realize
They are all wearing wool
Celebrate
That they only see each other’s teeth
Instead of the size of their pack

Make them scared of everything
Except the comforts you placed in their cages
Tell them
That the outside is so scary
And that’s why you let them live here
But be sure to let them know
They are making
The logical choice to stay
The easy choice to not speak out
The sensible choice to turn the other cheek
Never let them uncover
The graves that silence is always so busy digging

Change isn’t necessary
Until it is
So

Keep things consistent