Texas is a Common Law state. According to Findlaw.com, you can say you’re married and that’s it. No ceremony, no nothing.

Yet one more reason Texas is awesome.

I’m looking for a common law husband. Why? Because I need health insurance.

Those of you unhappily married may be asking why I don’t just get ObummerCare (intentionally misspelled) instead of going through marriage, common law or not. ObummerCare is too expensive – even with the low-income subsidy. The good hospitals won’t take the cheapest plans out there. That seriously limits my choices to providers you’ve actually heard of.

<Obummer rant on>

I’m going to momentarily digress to get political…

My long-time readers (if there are any of you left after my recent absence – thank you!) know I’m not one to get on political rants, but my recent experience trying to sign up for ObummerCare has prompted this one.

Texans tend to be a might prejudiced against anyone who once lived in California, even if you weren’t born there, like myself. Whenever Obama is mentioned in a conversation, someone invariably looks over at me and makes some comment about my having voted for him – just because I once lived in California.

I did not vote for Obummer. Have y’all not see my We’re in an Obamanation gear on Zazzle? That’s been on my site for far longer than ObummerCare has been around.

<Obummer rant off>

Why does a mature 40-something 29-year-old, dammit! woman like myself care about health insurance? Because I need some serious tests done, and likely surgery, and the clinics don’t do that stuff. They have provided all the tests they can at this point. (Without going into detail, it’s something many women have gone through. It’s super sucky going through it A: without the ability to get healthcare, and B: single. Hospital surgery = recovery time at home. As much as I love her, I’m pretty sure Pye won’t be much help during that time.)

So, husband. A husband with good insurance.

My dear friend, and fellow Californian transplanted to Texas, has offered to be my common law husband. I could get on his insurance, and pay the difference. I would gladly take him up on his kind offer, except his insurance rates are through the roof. They skyrocketed when ObummerCare first went into effect. Now, I couldn’t afford his high deductible or the increase in premium.

So, as hot as my California-Texan friend is (and he is hot, ladies), I had to decline the first decent marriage proposal I’ve had in ages. One that came with health insurance. He wouldn’t have been able to help with the recovery time anyway, but I would’ve crossed that bridge when I came to it.

No, I did not sign up for ObummerCare, either. For the premium, they want a huge chunk of my monthly income (such as it is), and that’s not counting deductibles and co-pays. It’s more than I can afford, especially since I most likely need surgery and a brief hospital stay.

Clinical Trials

For years I would hear the rare mention of clinical trials. Then I met someone who has done clinical trials to supplement his income. Yes, they pay you to be a lab rat! Plus, should the trial be something for which you’d like a cure, you also get FREE health care. Goodbye, ObummerCare! (insert hand gesture)

I’ve contacted a few clinics from Dallas to Houston to San Antonio regarding trials for my situation, doing a few of the various procedures/surgery that could make me all better. But, they all require one or two tests which I haven’t got: an ultrasound and/or an MRI.

The mid-sized clinic I’ve been going to in Austin doesn’t do either imaging test, or the surgery. And they don’t do clinical trials. This leaves a gap between the basic tests and minor procedures affordable clinics can do, and the surgeries or invasive procedures insurance or clinical trials will take care of.

So, if you’re single, male (no domestic partnerships in Texas yet), and live in Texas, we should get married because ObummerCare isn’t going to happen for me. Bonus points if you’re a surgeon, or can provide an MRI or ultrasound. I’ll be your Domestic Goddess in return. I cook, clean and can get/keep you healthy. Ok, so my cooking skills are so-so (hey, I haven’t made anyone sick, so it could be worse), but I excel at baking, keep a clean house and don’t snore (much?). Oh, I come with a cat. You’ll get used to her, Pye grows on you.