Well, I've finally figured where that saying comes from....as in, it comes straight out of the gut.
A few days ago, plagued by fever and a pain -- as the docs put it -- in the upper right flank, I went to the ER for treatment. Turns out my gall bladder was inflamed or infected or whatever, and on Wednesday, out it came in one of those tiny-TV-camera surgeries they call laparoscopy. At many points during this very long and woeful week, fevered, in pain, vomiting, dying of pre-op thirst that felt worse than the Mojave Desert, I still kept thinking one thing: thank God, at least, that I have health insurance.
I was well enough to come home yesterday and was congratulating myself today thinking gee whiz, I haven't even needed the old pain pills all day long. Isn't that a miracle?
And then a few minutes ago, along came this tidbit of news, courtesy of my husband, Richard Kirsch, who is leading a campaign here in DC --called Health Care for America Now-- to get quality affordable health coverage for every American.
A cornerstone of this program is a public health insurance option -- option being a critically-important word. Consumers would retain a choice. They could keep their private health insurance plan if they wanted, OR they could opt for a government plan.
Big insurance companies of course want to block the public option because, natch, it would cut into profits. Aw, pity pity.
President Obama on Wednesday strongly reaffirmed his public commitment to support such a public plan, however. The President asserted that we need this option to keep the insurance companies "honest." HA!
Ah, only two days later, Senator Olympia Snowe, Republican of Maine, stepped in, in a very sneaky way, to try to kill the public plan. According to former Clinton Labor Secretary Robert Reich, writing in Politico.com today, Snowe convened a meeting Friday night among lobbyists for the drug and insurance companies to put off the public option, instituting it only if health care costs don't go down.
"It's just a way of killing the public plan," my husband said, reading Reich's comments to me from his Blackberry.
This infuriated me. When I started to think about all the people who would be hurt not having a public insurance plan, I just started to ripple with anger.
Yeah, so, that's what galled me. Literally. That's when my gall bladder, now missing for three days, started to ache like hell.
We feel what we feel bodily. Our emotions course in biochemical form throughout our bloodstream, saturating our tissues. Literally, we are awash with emotions of one sort or another. All our cells are affected. And sometimes our language tells the tale.
Olympia Snowe you should be ashamed. You and th rest of your cronies. How would you feel if you had no health insurance? Huh?