Several months ago, a nonprofit guru advised me to stop posting personal things on this blog. I've taken that advice. But sometimes the line between personal and political is fuzzy.
As you know, on May 20, when US Airways wouldn't let me take a change of clothing and personal hygiene items on a flight, another passenger said "maybe you shouldn't travel." Sick people just shouldn't travel.
Last week, someone wrote in a memo that "unfortunate people," i.e., people with higher utilization needs -- sick people who need more health care services -- should be left on their own. If they need better insurance than the norm, they should buy it. If they need services not provided by insurance, they should pay for them out of their pockets. That's me. "Unfortunate."
Today, a woman was angry at me because I could not find her a new apartment in Michigan. Although I referred her to the local public housing authority, what she wanted was for me to tell her where to move. In other words, she wanted me to be her real estate agent -- from half way across the country.
Most days, fewer than 50 people read this blog, according to Google analytics. There are special days, like the day the health reform decision came down, when several hundred people tuned in. But most days, it's not clear that waking up at 4 am to get this blog written before everybody wakes up matters very much.
So at least for today, this is my blog post. I am exhausted. I am hurt. I am unhappy. And I have to go to Denver on Friday and I don't know how I'm going to do it. So excuse me for being personal, but I just don't have it in me to share today. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better. Jennifer