If I Get Shipwrecked, Fear Not — The Billing Department Will Find Me
Written by Amanda Lehr/ Illustration by Tiana Crispino
On several occasions, Ian and I have discussed how, if we were marooned on an island, there’d be no need to send the coast guard, navy, or a grizzled old sea captain. Some healthcare billing department would find our asses within 48 hours. (Even if they didn’t rescue us.)
This scenario also makes me think of the little pull of reality I feel when people throw around hypotheticals like “What five things would you bring if you were stranded on an island?” or “What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?” Sure, most of us wouldn’t actually read Anna Karenina under the palm trees or mow down undead hordes with a sawed-off shotgun. But, even in imaginary apocalypse scenarios, a quiet voice in my head reminds me “You rely on weekly doses of refrigerated medication for your body to perform basic functions. It’s not looking good for you, kid.”
Maybe I should just cross my fingers and wait for “CSV” to show.
This illustration above is drawn by Tiana Crispino (@tianac_designs). She’s always open to editorial illustration work and more of her work can be found on her website.
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