In sickness and in health
I’ve been watching the health care debate, mostly out of curiosity, I admit, and I just don’t get it. You see, I’m on Medicare – that dreadful socialist old-folks-killing government-run program, so it’s no skin off my nose. I get to choose my own doctor – he makes house calls when I need it. I get whatever treatment is necessary for whatever is ailing me – I’ve got a nasty viral thing going on at the moment that the doc and I have spent the weekend dealing with. My prescription drugs are pretty reasonably priced, all things considered – I save even more by getting some of my medications from Canada. I don’t have to hassle over paperwork – I’ve never had a head for numbers. And I can tell by the itemized bills that show up in my mailbox that I’m getting rock bottom rates for my care. It’s terrible, I tell you. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Why can’t those people we send to Washington realize that paying premium rates, being denied treatment and coverage at every turn, and having a cap on the cost of some conditions people have to live with is the real way health care should be run in this country? Not the way my health care is run. Come to think of it, not the way health care is run for the people we send to Washington, either. I just don’t get it.
