I have recently found myself at the horrifying age of 26. As well as becoming a menace to society in the eyes of the church, I have also found myself floundering in the unfortunate, shark filled pool of uninsured Americans, since my parent's policy kicked me off this month. As I flew down a mountain on my bicycle Saturday, I couldn't help but think that, were I to wrap my spine around a tree, I would probably just have to be put to sleep, as I couldn't afford the subsequent spine straightening and Vicodin.
I went to lunch with my insured mother and sister on Thursday. I was being lectured on why I must acquire insurance as quickly as possible, in case of a bike/tree/spine crinkling incident. I thought, "Well I can't afford bloody insurance."
Suddenly the subject changed. Our dear, dear Taco had experienced some recent dental work. She was sent to the groomer for her monthly tune-up, where they put bows on her ears. So darling. My mother requested that her teeth be brushed, due to her breath smelling like a rotting bag of chicken. Upon looking at her teeth, the groomer informed my mother that Taco would need some teeth pulled.
$500 and 14 teeth later, Taco was cracked out on pain killers and basically good as new, if rather lethargic and toothless.
Should I feel unloved by the fact that my parents were willing to expend a rather absurd amount of cash on Taco's dental work, yet my spine is in current danger of a monetarily irreversible crinkling? Is it because I am adopted?
Well so is Taco. And at least I am not completely nuts.