Odd

I’ve been out these last few days, so took the opportunity today to catch up on some laundry. I’m quite lucky these days in that I get through sufficiently few clothes, I can get by with a launder every couple of weeks.

My bedsheet was a bit smelly, so I decided to wash that today too. So to do that I had to strip the bed. Ironically, I use the bed as a dumping-ground for freshly-laundered clothes. Sometimes the clothes are put away but I generally gave up on anything fancy-ass after the stroke. For the same reason, I don’t iron. Have you ever tried ironing one-handed? If someone looks at me and thinks dishevelled, well, that’s their problem, not mine. The people who know me, they understand.

Anyway, in order to strip the bed, I first have to divest if of its pile of clean washing. In amongst which, there are three odd socks. WTF?

When a pair of socks is dirty, it goes into the laundry basket. As a pair. Come wash day, everything gets lifted from the laundry basket into the washing machine. I check, the basket is empty. Then on into the tumble dryer (even if I could hang stuff out, not in November!). Then, several hours later, onto the bed. Each time, I check the trail, Nothing. And yet there are three bloody odd socks on the bed!

Now I could put this down to stroke. Quite plausibly, my eyes aren’t so good any more. But my wife says the same thing happens to her, and her eyesight is good.

The only thing is that I can never remember this happening before the stroke. I laundered for years, and don’t remember losing a thing!

So I’m sitting here in one grey and one blue sock. Well, I’m not going to throw the bloody things away, am I? I’m just dreading tomorrow – one of my feet will be freezing! And, I’ve concluded that some sadistic sod has started stealing our socks! Come on, own up, it isn’t YOU, is it?

To charge or not to charge – Fandango’s Provocative Question #48

Wednesday. I am just on my way to do some charity stuff (fittingly at my local hospital) but hopefully I can blast out a meaningful paragrath and come back later. It is time for Fandango’s Provocative Question.

In his question this week, he notes that the USA does not really “do” public healthcare, and asks us whether this is a good or a bad thing.

First of all, we need to be clear on the exact difference between the two systems – where they are alike and where they differ.

The USA does private healthcare to a very high standard, probably the highest. So, it’s not a difference in quality. Rather, the difference is a case of how we pay for it – whether we pay through taxes or through premiums. So, all we’re really talking about here is just the funding model.

I say just – because we’re not really talking about healthcare at all, we could apply our argument to many different areas – healthcare just becomes an example. Public healthcare is funded every bit as much by people, because a state’s only assets is its citizenry, except in the form of taxes, not in premiums.

Also, each system has a beginning and an end. Some things are covered, others not. We can argue about whether certain treatments should be available – a common example is IVF, but that same debate might be had under both systems. Even in the UK, smaller than many countries, there are variations about what is funded and what is not, so different people have different ideas about what makes the best health service. That’s true also when you compare the public and private systems. There’s no guarantee that one allows you to offer more than the other.

One aspect of difference, however, is how much we pay. Certainly, in the UK model, what you pay is pretty flat throughout your working life. And because it is out of taxes, it is a certain proportion of what we earn, just like income tax. With a private system, one would expect premiums to be much more bespoke – there will be times when you’re a lesser risk, others when you’re a greater risk. So there will be fluctuation in your premiums.

I prefer the flatter model, simply because none of us plan to get ill. In my own case, I had my stroke at forty-eight, unusually early. I was at the hospital yesterday and heard of a woman, thirty something, five children already, pregnant with her sixth (six!), who also had a stroke. More unusual still. None of us plan to be ill, and a flatter model takes us less by surprise when it does happen.

Private health insurance can also cover unplanned illnesses, I hear you say. Of course it can, provided you have bought sufficient cover. And that’s the heart of the debate. In a private system, you pay for the cover you can afford, or, if you’re lucky, the cover you wish to pay for. Whereas in a public health system, your “premium”, obligatory, is a percentage, is based more on your ability to pay. And when you’re covered, you’re covered, period.

So, it boils down to your overall politics in the end. You might wonder about a system where one person pays thousands, and the next person pays nothing, for the same cover. Or you might recognise that the reason somebody pays thousands is precisely because their income allows them to do so. I say again, this is just like income tax. People who question the use of tax dollars to pay for healthcare, they probably also question the use of tax dollars to pay for education, roads, defense etc. If they claim that healthcare is different, we should ask why they think it’s different.

I can only really finish this piece with a personal anecdote. Once upon a time, I was in the top few percent of UK earners. It was never silly money – it was a good salary, but not really any more than hundreds of thousands of other people. I saved my money, I built a stash. I decided to take a break and set myself up as a bicycle mechanic. You know, Lance Armstrong and all that. Boy, that was hard, trying to pick up something new in my forties, especially when (as I realised later) my eyesight was going. So the stash got smaller. Then, the stroke. Almost four years, and I haven’t had a “proper” job since. The state has made it quite clear that it desn’t really expect me to work again. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. And that stash is now almost gone because I still have to pay the bills. And I’m only in my fifties. Now, I don’t want this to be a sob-story, but my point is that circumstances do change. Whilst people might be healthy and paying what they consider to be way over the odds for their healthcare package, they should be aware that this is a lifetime committment, and that there might well come a time when the tables are turned.