Rerun, I sympathize with how you dislike not being able to work, because I feel the same way. I also detest calling in sick, and could not imagine working right now because I would be calling in more often than not, which would make me feel like a burden to those workers around me. Our healthcare system has never made any sense to me. Tying one's access to health to their ability to work is something I have found ludicrous ever since I can remember. My husband immigrated to America from Britain, dazzled by the higher salaries and lower tax rate. He did not consider the health care part of the equation, because as a young, single person whose company was furnishing excellent healthcare free of charge, he did not need to worry about such things.Then the poor guy met me. And for added fun, his industry collapsed. We have six months left on COBRA. Private insurance is no longer an option, and I don't trust it anyway. We have to get insurance through his employer, and his employer is trying desperately to afford it. My husband has warned his employer that if he does not get a health plan in place in the very near future, we are moving back to Britain. My kids will not go one day in this country without adequate health coverage. If my parents had not had insurance for me, I would be dead today, without question. Every time I step into a transplant hospital, it is made crystal clear to me what their real concern is. What other group of patients is asked point-blank "What's your annual income?" as part of the 'selection' process? It is ghastly, shameful, and disgusting to me that this country allows and encourages this practice. It is none of the social worker's flipping business what we make, what our assets are, or anything else. (Oops, my computer decided to post this before I was done. I'll try to wrap this up now.)I guess in short, I want universal health care. I don't know the particulars of how it will work, but having seen the British system in action and used it myself a time or two, I will take that over this degrading nonsense any day. I know I am an excellent candidate for transplant. I have great insurance (for now, anyway), we have reasonable financial resources, I have a live donor, and I am still considered on the young side for a transplant patient. The surgeons look positively alarmed when I tell them that if I cannot get the transplant I want in this country, my husband and I are moving to Britain and we will get it there. I have asked them why I should get it here if I could get the same thing in Britain for a fraction of the cost. They do no have an answer to that.