For those of you who don't know, our family has been without medical insurance since Friday, April 18 - my last day at Sybase. It has been a long 12 days (especially with two small children), and knock on wood nothing has happened that would require medical intervention.
It has been strange, this non-insured time. Part of me never stopped being paranoid, and the other part lived like normal. We still visited the playground (where injuries galore await!), rode our bikes (who am I kidding - *Craig* rode his bike), and did our everyday, regular stuff. All has been well.
The lesson in all of this, I suppose, is that health insurance is kind of like an expensive bottle of wine. You don't need to drink one every day... wait, but I guess you'd want to, wouldn't you? Not a good analogy!
Let's just leave it like this - I will be thrilled to wake up tomorrow morning back among the insured. All week, I told the kids they weren't allowed to get sick. I don't plan on happily throwing open the floodgates to a myriad of daycare plagues, but such poxes do exist and are always on the hunt for little host bodies - and we have two who are typically happy to oblige.
As for now, I feel lucky that we made it through (minus 12 hours) unscathed. PHEW.