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It's not even a joke.
It's really not. I've even taken an Uber/Lyft to the ER in an emergency before - with money I had beg friends for + a coupon. Then the absurdly high ER bills went to collections, because we didn't have the Medicaid expansion here and I'm disabled and couldn't pay them since I can't work, and now I have debt collectors hounding me all the time.
When I was a kid and my dad was real sick, my parents got sued for unpaid medical bills we couldn't afford when my dad nearly died and had to be revived and intubated and shit. They garnished my dad's already piddly wages (mom's disabled, or they would have garnished hers, too) and they had to declare bankruptcy.
This country is such a mess.
I've driven myself to the hospital a few times to avoid paying for an ambulance. The only time I actually went to a hospital in an ambulance was when I couldn't stay conscious. I still didn't want to go, but I couldn't exactly argue.
I got in a Lyft with nearly bursting intestines and asked him to take me to the ER. He could see on my face that I was sweating and pale. He kept nervously asking me about it and I had to pretend to be OK so he wouldn’t kick me out of his car. “I’m good, just going to a doctor’s appointment. You see that show last night?”. I was desperately clutching my stomach and my shirt was drenched in sweat.
I like to think he understood.
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If they die, put two cheeseburgers on their eyes. It's payment for the mobility scooter in the underworld.
The shareholders do not allow you to travel down the Amazon to your after life for free.
Two cheeseburgers? We got Jeff Bezos over here. They'll be lucky if I peel the soggy pickles off and put those over their eyes.
Just let me bleed out in the back of your SUV...
Just toss me in the tiny, unused-except-for-groceries bed of your bigass emotional support brodozer truck, that way you can just hose it down later.
The more you know ...