Fresh
Air
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case you're wondering how the Affordable Care Act is
going to affect your insurance rates you can use this handy-dandy
calculator to gauge an inkling.
(Warning: The following discourse includes
includes information about my relative health. For
those
who wish
to avoid
this boring twaddle here's
a video about how they make
rubber gloves.)
Since I'm in the "Artistic Church-Mouse" income
bracket I'm apparently going to be paying a relative
pittance
for any further health insurance. Not that I need much
anyway. My only medical visits over the past twenty years
have been to seek curatives for flu, asthma,
and alimentary distress. But since I've started getting
my shots every year I've yet to get the flu. And since
I've increased my B-vitamin intake my asthma has abated.
And since I stopped eating meat I've ceased having violent
bouts of, well, you know.
Regarding the asthma claim, I suffered with it all
my childhood days but the symptoms suddenly
disappeared about the time
I turned
twenty, sometime around 1974. But they returned with
a vengeance in 2000,
as
though
something
about George W. Bush so fouled the air that I couldn't
breathe. It was so bad I couldn't even have a hearty
chuckle without
feeling my lungs closing up. (Since I still had the
symptoms years after Mr. Obama was elected I had to discard
that Bush theory.)
Then about a year ago I began
taking mega-doses of B-vitamins to offset any possible
vegetarian-related deficiencies and
my asthma symptoms faded almost to nothing, along
with some minor joint pain. I can't find any credible
research to support this conjecture, I just know that
I don't need the inhaler any longer except in very rare
circumstances,
like visiting a house in which dwell unfamiliar cats,
and their likewise unfamiliar dander.
As for the meat claim, who'd-a-thunk that eating
hormone-suffused, disease-laden
meat would make anyone
sick? Gosh, not me.
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Speaking of cats, recent blood glucose
tests reveal that my beloved 14-year-old moggie is
no longer diabetic. She still pees like a very tiny racehorse
but she no longer needs
regular injections of insulin. There is, as you might
expect, much rejoicing here.
=Lefty=
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