Over the last year, I’ve had several amazing experiences navigating America’s health care system, and what follows is a true account of that journey.
Like many Americans are wont to do, I switched jobs last August. It’s a good thing I did, because the place I worked for went out of business a couple months later. Unfortunately, my new employer does not offer health insurance. My old insurer quickly got wind that I no longer worked for who I said I worked for, so they sent me a brochure and a letter. "Oh how wonderful," I thought. "They’re going to let me continue my coverage."
The brochure’s cover featured a picture of a smiling, beautiful white family frolicking happily in front of their large mansion on their perfectly manicured lawn. The handsome father in the picture was throwing a football to his light-haired son while the thin, fully-bosomed blonde mother watched approvingly as her sweet, doe-eyed daughter played with a doll or something in the background. The American Dream!
"Where do I sign up?!?" I thought, ripping open the packet in a frenzy, searching for the dotted line and the box to check that said, "Yes, send me your insurance and this lifestyle immediately."
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