entering the health care arena...

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so ...looking at healthcare...i gotta tell ya i feel like i am buying a used car...the reps are slimey...and you can't help but feel they are hiding something...major medical...you know the insurance my dad had ...provided by his company....reeeeciculous and a unbelievable deductible...i really would rather drive a jag...than have a health care...but i never thought it would be a cheaper option...ppo...these guys talk so fast...i wonder if the car actually has tires...they throw things at you like..."hey...if ya get sick and go to the hospital...we stroke you a check for 5K ...for bills or for a vacation...whatever"... seriously...if i am in the hospital...vacations are not on my mind...no deductible = very little protection... pharmaceuticals...cheap as long as it isn't a " premium drug"...which of course i take... you can go to the doctor 4 times a year...and they pay up to 70% ...so i feel like...the kid ...nose pressed up to the glass of the showroom...only to be told that the only car i can afford is the beatup Plymouth in the back with no seats and a hanger for an antenna...i supported our president...but i can find no evidence of a government health care option...and this is what a third of our country is looking at...and it is definitely why we all have no coverage

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