This is the “to be continued” from my April 22 post, “An explanation, not an excuse” as well as the rant about health insurance that I also promised in that post.
Running in Circles and Getting Nowhere(TheCauseCoach, October 2018) outlines the beginning of my health insurance issues since I moved out here. My “low-income” due to minimal effort in building my business in New Jersey as I was preparing for my move last summer (and totally disregarding any income from the sale of my home) left me eligible only for Illinois Medicaid. I thought I should just be able to “transfer” my health insurance purchased through the ACA from NJ to IL; that can’t be done apparently. Read more →
If you’re wondering why this blog has been so inconsistent in the past couple weeks, it’s because I’m working three jobs – four if you include my own business. Since the promotional and networking part of my business is not time I’m being paid for (including writing this blog), that stuff falls at the bottom of the priority list. Clients and employers are prioritized. Read more →
Last week was spring break, so my daughter was home with me. It was also spring break for the elementary schools around here, so I took the week off from my Let Me Run job as well. I know that this phase of our lives will be coming to a close quicker than I care to think about. It’s therefore important that I make the most of our time together. Read more →
As I write this I’m standing in line at the Illinois Social Services Office in the Humboldt Park section of Chicago. I’m here because something went off track in my effort to transfer my health insurance from New Jersey. Last year at about this time, I applied for insurance through the Healthcare Marketplace. The ACA was supposed to be a great benefit to the self-employed like me. And it was – until I moved. Read more →
As I write this I am sitting at DMV. West Randolph Street. Chicago, Illinois. So far doesn’t appear to be all that different than New Jersey. They are telling me I need to take the written exam even though it’s technically not a requirement (“agents do reserve the right to choose whether or not you take one”). So much for 36 years of driving experience. They took my picture already, so I guess they’re assuming I’ll pass. I’ve been here for a half hour. Read more →