This is very funny! Except it's not. We have no health care "system", and no insurance "system" either. One of the many ways in which our country is ensnared by the myth of the market and citizens as consumers. Hope the dart hits a bulls-eye.
Lordt. That all read like Charlie Brown's teacher, "Whah, whah, whah..." LOL It's posts like this that make me want to move to Costa Rica. Or, y'know, any OTHER country that has better healthcare system than we do.
I pay an absurd amount for my Kaiser...and I do mean absurd...but when I read stuff like this, lovely Anna, I realize I'm paying for peace of mind. I live in a teeny tiny place to afford this peace of mind, but the thought of changing...there's not enough Red Breast in the world to cover that. I hope it all works out. And I love your way of problem solving. xo
Just reading the words "health care plan" makes my head hurt. My brain just goes to that place... fog. Frustration. An overwhelming urge to hide underneath something. Jealousy toward our European friends. Anticipation of disappointment. Although I'm normally inquisitive, once Andi picks a plan I don't ask any questions at all.
This is very funny! Except it's not. We have no health care "system", and no insurance "system" either. One of the many ways in which our country is ensnared by the myth of the market and citizens as consumers. Hope the dart hits a bulls-eye.
Lordt. That all read like Charlie Brown's teacher, "Whah, whah, whah..." LOL It's posts like this that make me want to move to Costa Rica. Or, y'know, any OTHER country that has better healthcare system than we do.
I pay an absurd amount for my Kaiser...and I do mean absurd...but when I read stuff like this, lovely Anna, I realize I'm paying for peace of mind. I live in a teeny tiny place to afford this peace of mind, but the thought of changing...there's not enough Red Breast in the world to cover that. I hope it all works out. And I love your way of problem solving. xo
Why dilute the whiskey?
Just reading the words "health care plan" makes my head hurt. My brain just goes to that place... fog. Frustration. An overwhelming urge to hide underneath something. Jealousy toward our European friends. Anticipation of disappointment. Although I'm normally inquisitive, once Andi picks a plan I don't ask any questions at all.