Here’s the problem with healthcare in this country: Who wants to go to the doctor when you feel sick? When you feel sick, you just want to lie in bed and eat old Doritos. Who wants to lift that heavy phone book, dial the doctor’s number (all SEVEN numbers) and beg for an appointment sometime before October? Not me. I’d rather just give my kids a generous dose of Benedryl (as a preventative measure, of course) and enjoy a nice, loooooong nap. And if that doesn’t work, then I’d prefer to just take my chances that my fairy godmother will be showing up any minute to make an appointment and send me to the doctor in a giant pumpkin.
