The problem with America’s health care system is, well, the term, “health care system.”
I hearken back to a simpler time when those words were not put together and we knew where we had to go when we didn’t feel so well. If we were in good “health” we went to work or outside to play and went about our daily lives. If we weren’t in good “health”, we would stay home and our mothers would take “care” of us. This “care” would involve staying in bed, taking plenty of fluids, and, of course, chicken soup. Generally we weren’t in good “health” and needed “care” because some malady had overtaken our respiratory “system” or digestive “system” or some other “system” that was important to our bodies performing its routine tasks. Simply put, we didn’t need an insurance company or federal bureaucrat to tell us we didn’t feel so good.
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