Thank you Mr. President!

As of two nights ago, a dumbbell has been lifted from my back.

I will have health insurance after I graduate!

As a senior at the University at Albany, I constantly am faced with the question, “what are your plans for next year?” My whimsical answer usually consists of traveling or something about how the economy is horrible. After that, I pray that the answer was enough to appease the interviewer; however there is always the odd few who ask follow up questions. The main one I hear from family members, professors, and friends, is what about health insurance?

Sometimes I laugh at the question and say I will pretend to be my sister, but really, what would I do? I tend to be a bit over reactive. My most reason traumatic experience was when I assumed I had Lyme disease. I self diagnosed myself on WebMD, which is always a no no, and rang my mother in hysterics. Apparently Lyme disease can spread to a person’s heart, which I was positive was happening at that exact time I was on the phone.

After getting blood work done and finding that the “tick bite” was a pimple, I left the doctor a healthy, with a lack of pride and an appreciation for my parent’s health care coverage.

Now, with the news that I will be insurance under my parent’s until I am 27, so long as I am living under their roof, I have a calm about me. I no longer stress at the idea of a job.

Hmm, I forgot about paying back those student loans…