Thursday, February 28, 2013

Prayers for the Pope

It has been an anxious day for me. Maybe because we are leaving tomorrow on a shirt trip. Maybe because Adelina had a particularly rough day, and for those of you who know her, you know what that means, but honestly, I know, for certain, that I have been anxious because of the Pope. His last day, so to speak. And I've had trouble fighting back the tears.

I love and respect Pope Benedict. I always have, even before he was Pope. I studied many of his writings in college. I came to associate his name with the pinnacle of Theological scholarship and his solemn and serious demeanor with Wisdom.  He has weathered some of the worst storms our modern times and human failings could throw at him in his short 8 year reign and he has done so with fortitude and humility. He is a good man.

I know that he is, after all, only a man. And so does he. And I know that, after all, the Church is bigger and more brilliant than any one human being. An so does he. So here we are. A bit sad but also very hopeful. The next few days will be exciting and at the same time a little anxious, as we wait for a new name, a new leader, a new shepherd on earth. But I will still be praying for this man. The Pope that saw our little family begin, that guided us through the first years of our marriage, the first years of teaching and guiding our own children in the faith. What an amazing Father he has been. We love him and will miss him dearly.

I love him and will miss him dearly.
Thank you Pope Benedict.
May Peace be with you.

" Faith, hope and charity go together. Hope is practiced through the virtue of patience, which continues to do good even in the face of apparent failure, and through the virtue of humility, which accepts God's mystery and trusts him even at times of darkness. Faith tells us that God has given his Son for our sakes and gives us the victorious certainty that it is really true: God is love! It thus transforms our impatience and our doubts into the sure hope that God holds the world in his hands and that, as the dramatic imagery of the end of the Book of Revelation points out, in spite of all darkness he ultimately triumphs in glory. Faith, which sees the love of God revealed in the pierced heart of Jesus on the Cross, gives rise to love. Love is the light—and in the end, the only light—that can always illuminate a world grown dim and give us the courage needed to keep living and working. Love is possible, and we are able to practice it because we are created in the image of God."
                                                                                    
                                                                                      - Benedict XVI                                                                                  
                                                                                     "Deus Caritas Est"- God is Love



A video that I took of the Church bells in Krakow tolling at 8pm. The video is long. The reason why is because if you really want to hear the bells you have to take a couple seconds to adjust your hearing to the dogs barking and the street noise. But they are there. And we are almost certain that the Zygmunt Bell at Wawel Cathedral is the low droning sound you here throughout. Heard all the way out here. This is the second time Martin has heard these bells toll for the end of a pope's reign.



                                                                                                     

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

"To and fro, stop and go...

... that's what makes the world go 'round."

Sing it with me!


Oh, precious, precious Freedom. Independance!, Freedom's very close cousin and lastly, Confidence which is the "wind beneath their wings". (siiiing it, you know you want to)

How I love you all!

Driving, friends  driving. Driving = freedom. Do YOU remember the first time you sat behind a steering wheel, alone? I do. I was 17 years old and had just gotten my driver's license. I asked my parents if I could drive to my friend Glenna's house. They debated and my dad handed me the keys to his truck. No words were spoken but I knew to be safe and return it the way I found it. I got into the driver's seat, excited and a little scared. My first trip alone! I could do anything I wanted! Go anywhere I wanted! Well, within reason, of course. But still...  I was on my way and I remember two things I did that seemed special. I drove the entire way with the windows down. You never get to drive with the windows down with your parents. The big squares!  Oh, but this was so special! By myself, with the windows down, and the music on. And then, the second thing, feeling incredibly self-conscious... I sang, really loud, with the music. It was exhilarating!  No one to hear how bad my voice was. No one to notice when I didn't know the words or laugh at my "singing face". It was heaven. I got to her house, parked with ease and rang her bell. She joined me in the truck, and we drove, oh, I don't know where, we just drove, and along the way I asked her, shyly, "do you sometimes sing in the car when you are by yourself". She said, "of course"! And together we sang at the top of our lungs, some old country song or other, all the way to our destination. She was a good friend. That was a great car trip.

There is no other way to get around in Austin, Texas and so from that day on I was driving myself. To and from school events, to and from work, to and from anything that required my attendance. When I got married and had children I was in charge of driving them everywhere. Doctors, play time with friends, grandmas' houses, etc. I ran the errands, picked up people from the airport and gave rides to friends in need. My car was an extension of my ability to freely act as an adult, doing adult things, and performing necessary adult activities.

Enter Poland.

Since we have been in Poland I have driven the car by myself (kids don't count), with no other adult in it, including Martin...4 times. Only 4 times in 7 months have I been behind the wheel in charge of where I go, what I do, and how much I get done, and able to sing at the top of my lungs while doing it. 4 times.

Today was one of the times. The 4th time. I had the children in the back of the car and we were driving home from Catechesis of the Good Shepard (they do have it and we have joined - amazing!). Once before I have made the same trek by myself (my 3rd venture out by myself) but I was so nervous making the trip alone, making sure I turned at the correct Rondo Mocjebjsbskie (they all sound the same to me!), in front of the correct gray-building-that-looks-like-every-other-gray-building and pulled into the correct Church (there are 3) on that street that I demanded the children make no sound as I clenched my teeth and slowly made my way. We made it fine. I knew the route.

Today? Well today I had confidence! Oh so important when driving a tank down the narrow roads of Krakow littered with pedestrians, "L" (student driver's! ugh.) vehicles, and any number of delicious winter potholes. I had confidence. I turned on the radio aaaaand... I got this...



Not a fan.
Change channel...
... and I got this...



...and I sang. At the top of my lungs. And I only got one eye roll, from my 6 year old. But what does he know? He's never known such freedom.


Saturday, February 23, 2013

Why does everything have to have a "smak"?!

Look, I just want regular  plain, crackers. Is that too much to ask?! Just a cracker. Plain, simple, salt/no salt, cracker! On which to spread something, that will, most likely, have a freakin' "smak" of it's own! They don't need an additional "smak", gosh darn it!

not picantne (spicy)
not czosnykowym (garlic)
not barbecue (self explanatory)
not pomidorow (tomato, olive oil, and oregano)
not pizza (pizza)
not super solone (super salted...so close)
not owoce lesne (fruits of the forest...it's a CRACKER!!! it's OK to leave off the fruit every once in a while!!!)
not cebulka (onion)

and on
and on

and while we're at it, why the heck can't here be a normal Cheetos? ORIGINAL CHEETOS! And you know what, I dont even eat cheetos normally, but dang it Poland, why the heck are there no original flavored cheetos!!

cheetos


I get that it was really hard 20 years ago to get variety of snacks. But don't you think we've all got just a little bit overboard here? Hmmm? Chicken flavored chips? Really?! Give. me. a. break.

And not a single freakin' saltine on which to spread my brand new Jif peanut butter, hauled all the way over here by a friend. I swear, sometimes Poland, I just don't know what you DO get right.


Thursday, February 14, 2013

What you do in February

Everyone warned me that I would hate the winters. Or rather, that the winters would be depressing. The lack of sun,the cold and wet. The gray days blending in with the gray and dirty (or yellow- yuck!) snow. And so on and so forth...

It's all there of course, lots of gray days. Lots of dirty snow. Not a lot of sun. And since we are militant about not killing our children's lungs with the air, we also don't enjoy a lot of play time outside.

For the record, I want to make on single statement about the winter so far, and yes, there is still more to go, so there is still plenty of time for naysayers to be right but... I love the winter. I know I'm not supposed to like it, no one else does it seems, and maybe in a few years I won't. It could get old. I can see that. But right now, the newness of it, coming from Texas, and the falling snow, which is always beautiful (even if  a little inconvenient) and just the difference it is from the last season and the season to come really endears me to winter. Not so much as the Fall, which was breathtakingly gorgeous, but in it's own way. I really love the coziness of being indoors and the sparkling snow. I don't mind the wet so much and for the most part and I rarely complain of being cold (even though some part of me always is. :)  )

All that being said... there is something in the air. I can't quite explain it. There is an anxiousness. Some of it, at least for me, comes from the fact that we are, literally, inside all day. There are several reasons for this. For homeschooling to work you have to actually be at home. And then we have to be inside most days because of the air (and trust me, when the air is "adequate" or above, those boys are outside in an instant! AND, just so you don't think we're overdoing, it's actually against the law for the schools to let the children out for recess on the bad days too, so we take our cues from them AND, lastly, this is certainly more of a problem during winter than any other season, we are discovering). Inside means all of us on top of each other, playing and working, and eating...all day, together, all day, every day, together, all day, every day, together...

I'm going a little insane. 

We are doing our best to spend time on the weekends out of town and in the fresh air, no matter the temperature or conditions. And we have been eagerly inviting people to our home to help keep things exciting. But, in the end, I think we are all sun deprived, fresh air deprived, and space-from-each-other deprived. We are workin' on it, trust me. We have plans for changing things up, it just takes time...

Here is what we have been doing to help keep things lively. And soon, I hope sooner rather than later, someone (Martin) will be writing the promised post on comparing the cost of living, taxes, all things financial, between America and Poland. Some visitors, I think, would be interested, as am I. Plus, you get to hear him talk for once, and I think he happens to have an interesting story and an interesting voice. Perhaps you all should threaten encourage him.

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We threw them into those positions. 
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Flick and Flack.
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A mall dance exposition.
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Hand motions to poetry. 
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Making Pierogi with Martin's Ciocia Ala.
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Some day I will be taking pictures from my kitchen window and the pictures will look just like this. 

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Monday, February 4, 2013

Healthcare in Poland

I mentioned how I wanted to talk about the health care here a while back when I had the chance to actually experience it a bit for myself. I keep putting this post off because I really don't have all the information needed to answer all the questions that may come up, I only have what I know and what I think I know.

Maybe we should start with a little perspective, and a little story...

Within the first couple days of getting our house ready to sell back in Austin, Martin sliced his finger badly with a sharp blade. He was removing some old linoleum from the laundry room, trying to save 500 bucks and ended up basically chopping off the entire pad of his left pointer finger. I was oblivious to all of this since I was at my parent's house getting the kids to bed,eating ice cream, and watching cable. He showed up around midnight with his finger in a bandage and the rest is history. He now has a scar shaped life a smiley face. Or a frown-y face, whichever way you look at it.

When checking in at the hospital he had to pay the co-pay of $150 ( E.R....all the Urgent care facilities were closed by then) and fill out some papers. He was then told that he would "settle" with doctor who was doing the stitches at a different time.

Martin: Wait, I thought I paid the co-pay for the E. R. and then everything else is taken care of?

Lady: No. You are just paying us for the hospital fees, the doctor takes separate insurance and is just here doing rotations. He'll settle up with you later.

(we had been through this before once with Felek, Martin knew what she was talking about)

Martin: My understanding is I just pay the co-pay and that's it, the doctor works for you.

Lady: Oh, no sir, just walking in here and putting your name on this sheet cost at least 2,000 dollars to the insurance company. That's just the up front costs for our facilities, administrations fees, etc. That doesn't include the price of the stitches, that will be in a separate billing to your insurance.

2 months later we got a bill in the mail, here in Poland, forwarded to us, 800 bucks for the stitches because our insurance only covered part of the procedure because the doctor was indeed out of our network.

Total cost of stitches for us:  950 dollars.
Total cost of stitches period: something more than 3,000 dollars

Total cost of stitches at the private clinic where I got my x-ray done, well, let me go check where they have their prices listed...

Type of servicePrice (PLN)
Surgery, Vascular and Proctology
Sewing the wound100
Orthopedics
Sewing the wound100

That's 100 zloty/35 U.S. dollars for sewing up a wound. Clearly this is vague but I'm gonna go ahead and guess that 3 stitches to a pointer finger wouldn't be much more than that. And no, there are no other costs. If you go in for "sewing a wound" you go in and get the wound sewn up. And you pay the nice people at reception, and they give you a receipt. 100 zloty is about 35 U.S. dollars.

This may seem overly simplistic but it is exactly what we experienced. I was flabbergasted when I went in for my x-ray and consultation. I really could not believe it. It was completely amazing. I left there with my head spinning as to why in America, not 3 months earlier we had paid almost 1,000 dollars out of pocket ( after paying premiums every month and a co-pay) for 3 stitches and it actually would have been cheaper to fly all the way to Poland to have it done!

(I have to throw this in there, to be fair... going to a private clinic here is exactly like going to your doctor or to an Urgent Care or Minor Emergency care center int he U.S., so definitely the costs would be lower at those places, compared to the hospitals. If Martin had gone to one of those places it would only have cost him around 45 dollars out of pocket for the co-pay...I think.)

Wow.

I kept trying to think of a way that the U.S. system of health care was better but I couldn't. The insurance plans for families, through a company, especially with only one working parent, and several children, was, for us, close to about 8k a year. And just as we were leaving, since the passing of the health care reform (the insurance companies words, "preparing for Obamacare"), those prices started going up, almost 50% a year for our family. 12k a year for health care! On top of that still paying co-pays, still paying out of pocket deductibles for certain services, and then , if you're super unlucky, having  a doctor work on you in some hospital somewhere that just doesn't take your insurance at all and you are stuck with the bill. That's expensive enough to move a family from a "stable income" to "barely making ends meet", just to provide health care for their family.

But why is it like this?

Another story.

My father in law went in for some cardiology tests a few years ago. Routine tests, takes a few hours, with all the machines, etc. In the U.S. when you get any type of services done and your insurance pays for it, you still get a statement in the mail with an itemized list of the services and the cost. You know, THIS IS NOT A BILL. His statement looked something like this...

cardio stuff                    $ 900

other cardio stuff           $ 1100

miscellaneous                $ 11,000

Total                            $ 13,000

He called and asked about the "miscellaneous". The lady on the other end told him, "administration fees and malpractice insurance, standard costs".

No American is surprised by this really. We know that's what's going on. It's the lawsuits and the amount of insurance the doctors and hospitals have to pay for to cover their behinds from the lawsuits, that makes health care so incredibly expensive. That and the mounds of paper work to keep all of that in check. To keep you in check. To make sure that everyone pays and gets paid. It's insane. And criminal. And there is no apparent solution.

Public health care in Poland is a little different of course from our experience at the private clinic. And from what I hear, it's not a really great experience (comparatively). Much like how medicare works in the U.S. If you have never dealt with medicare in the U.S. or paid out of pocket at a public clinic then you are fortunate. And I mean that as graciously as possible, because those public clinics are not pleasant, the doctors are not the happiest on the planet and your fellow patients are often indeed in a desperate way. My few chances of needing and using them were somewhat traumatic for a rather innocent and sheltered middle class American. This is what private insurance in America keeps you from seeing and experiencing. In Poland the public health care is much more... how shall I say this..."alive". Many people use it for various reasons. Although I have been told that most people, even the poorer among us, have some form of private insurance or will pay out of pocket because it's so affordable and makes those rare visits that much easier and pleasant. But, if you cant ever afford out of pocket, or insurance fees (which by the way, cover everything...you pay the fee for the insurance you choose and there are no co-pays or other costs... it's just covered 100%...you choose the plan that best suits your needs and budget) then there is a public system, with all the stereotypes that come along with that. Long waits for doctors and E.R. visits. Sometimes waiting months for surgeries that are not "necessary" to sustain life. The clinics are not as nice on the inside. I have only been to one public hospital here and aside from the incredible lack of public restrooms and the somewhat dilapidated state of the building, it was pretty similar to hospitals in the U.S.

That, and there are no private hospitals here. This means that anything costing over a certain amount or anything requiring a certain amount of time recovering in hospitals is always covered by the state. Which means that, in general , you have your "catastrophic coverage" automatically from the government (which also means that you don't have to buy any insurance at all if you are relatively health and just pay out of pocket for the occasional x-ray or consultation...people can even give you "gift cards" to private clinics... this can save you tons of money and is certainly an incentive to live a healthy lifestyle) Which might be my biggest concernshould I ever want to have a baby in a hospital or need some sort of procedure. But we will wait til that time comes, and possibly even be pleasantly surprised, or just avoid it as much as possible and seek alternatives.

Public health care here is paid for by income taxes, just like Medicare in The U.S. Just like the new health care will be in the U.S. Taxes pay for the public services. Taxes here are not crazy high. There are only two tax brackets, 18% and 32%. The majority of Poles fall into the 18% range. I point this out only to show that out of that 18% they manage to provide health care for the whole country. Because, whether you want to or not, you are enrolled in the public health care system here. There is no government insurance to buy. There is just your citizenship, which guarantees you coverage without paying any money over and above taxes. That includes doctors, surgeries, prescriptions, crutches, etc.

I really and truly cannot wrap my head around all of this. You hear about other countries and their health care situations, but really, America's has to be the most unique, and quite possibly one of the worst among the first world countries out there, and not a thing has been done to fix it. I have family members that have horror stories about major medical expenses and how the paper work alone is like a separate job to tackle at the end of the day. Trying to deal with the companies, the government, should you need assistance, and just all the hidden costs and fees. Life saving prescriptions taking half your paycheck each month. It's incredibly disheartening.

I've only been here for 6 months. I'm no expert. I know a lot about American health care, I've done the research and I've had to deal with it, often times in very unpleasant ways, both public and private. I know that there will be horror stories out there about Polish health care and miracle stories about the American system. Everyone has had different experiences and has different opinions. But I do know this. I feel a huge weight lifted knowing we will not have to deal with paying the American insurance premiums anymore and all the other hidden costs. I am so grateful that Poland seems to have a working system, and that it's good and affordable for our large family.

 Many of my readers have had opportunities to use the Polish health care system. What do you think?