subsidies. Working p/t plus per diem left my income variable, so impossible to predict. Buying insurance through the p/t job would have left me in the red, with zip to spend on any actual healthcare. So I opted for the penalty.
This year is tougher because I don't know what is cheaper; the penalty or shit insurance that gives me no coverage. I'm in Maine, so no Medicaid expansion.
I've just made my first foray into the Medicaid site to see if my social security income will put me above the level of qualifying for Medicaid in a state w/o expansion. Of course, god fucking forbid they should simply have a table that makes it clear: single adult >this income = no Medicaid.
Instead page after page of goblety-gook that doesn't answer my simple fucking question. I finally find the fucking table of what I *think* is monthly income that qualifies for Medicaid, and when I get to single adult, there is a reference to a bunch of goblety-gook with no fucking answer.
Words cannot express how much I fucking hate and resent this fucking extra tax, not to mention the waste of my time trying to minimize it, that provides me zero benefit unless I get sick enough to die and leaves me no money to treat minor things until I'm sick enough to die, in which case, frankly, I'd rather fucking die anyway. 
Guess I'll look for a phone # to call and find out one way or the other whether or not I qualify for Medicaid so I can apply for the fucking waiver to avoid the fucking penalty. But I really don't look forward to having to spend time talking to people unless absolutely necessary. I feel zero loneliness -- still trying to detox from the toxic assholes at the last 2 fucking miserable jobs. 
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