The Day of Reckoning

I never actually thought a day like this would ever come.

My parents had decided that now I was 18 and technically should learn to survive by myself, I should get a Medicare Card. Just in case I decided that crashing a car sounded like a good idea. Or that drugs would be the highlight of my life.
It’s a good idea though. Medicare provides a lot of assistance and a 0.01% chance of getting you into a hospital if you’re in an emergency.

Knowing the health system in Perth.

However, I also knew full well that because this was a government initiative, they would scrutinise my entire life and comparatively give me peanuts in return.

Although I didn’t quite realise how detailed Medicare wanted my life story to be as well!

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This, to me, is a pretty hefty price to pay for medical peanuts. Imagine the shock and horror on my face when I saw exactly what it was they wanted from me. I must’ve gone through at least four passports during my entire life. There was (and is) absolutely no way for me to remember the exact dates of when I left and entered each country, especially in my earlier years. It was quite a struggle for me to remember all the years we moved in, and to ensure that I got the spelling for the Phillipines ‘Philippines’ correct. [you’d be surprised how many times I’ve gotten it wrong] University assignments, move aside. I’ve found something better to challenge me.
And to add salt to the wound, I needed to add an extra piece of paper [not photographed here] because they hadn’t given me enough spaces to fill in all the places I’d lived in before.

This is quite an upsetting discovery.

Mishy <3