An advertisement I couldn’t abide showed up on an email this morning, as follows:
Content from Partnership for America’s Health Care Future
American families can’t afford Medicare for All.
Studies confirm that Medicare for All would force Americans to pay more for worse care. Economists agree, there’s “no way to pay for Medicare for All without tax increases.”
After I got on Medicare, I’ve had the best medical care I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I’ve had the best doctors, been to the finest hospitals, and not been afraid to see a doctor when I thought I needed one. I’m pretty sure without Medicare, I would be dead. The only thing better than Medicare alone is Medicare with Medicaid.
I don’t know what it would cost, but compared to commercial insurance, Medicare is cheap. When they calculate what “national” Medicare would cost, they never calculate what medical care is already costing Americans.
How about subtracting the current cost of care from the total and THEN tell us what it would really cost? Because we pay a fortune for medical care in this country, far more than they pay in other “first world” countries. We do NOT get better care for the money.
Then, how about calculating how many people die for lack of any medical care? What’s the price tag on that?
PART II: WHERE ARE MY EYEGLASSES?
How in the world can you lose your glasses when you essentially never remove them except to sleep? That is this morning conundrum. I tried to fit it into someone else’s prompt, but no matter how hard I shoved and pushed, it just didn’t fit.
I know I was wearing my glasses last night. I’m pretty sure I wore them into the bedroom and obviously at some point, I took them off. I always put them on either my little computer table or my night table. Occasionally, I put them on the headboard which has bookshelves and every once in a blue moon, I discover I left them in the bathroom or they are caught in the bedclothes, meaning I fell asleep with them on.
Nothing. We then added the clothing I took off when I went to bed. No glasses. They aren’t under or behind the bed nor in the drawer in my end-table — OR the bag in which I keep my medications. Not in the bathroom, not forgotten in the living room which I considered unlikely since I was watching Colbert before I went to bed and no doubt was wearing them while watching.
I gave up and put on another pair.
Where are they? I didn’t leave the house. I didn’t go downstairs. They have to be up here … but where?
The worst part of hunting for your glasses is that you can’t see because you can’t find your glasses. Oh well. I suppose they will show up at some point, hopefully not crushed under my ( or someone else’s) shoe.
ANSWERED MYSTERY: In the wastepaper basket.