If this isn’t a statement on American health care, I don’t know what is.

I skipped a step, going down the stairs today (I was texting while walking- it was the hubby and about the kid, so sue me, this is why I don’t text and drive) and badlyrolled my ankle. In the few moments between hearing the pop of the side of my ankle meeting pavement, and the confirmation that I could in fact still walk on it, albeit painfully, the only thing I could think of was the fact that I have no health insurance, I can’t afford to have a broken anything.

In those moments, the only thing I should have been concerned with about a broken bone was how I was going to keep up with my year and a half old. Not $$. Yet, here I am a few hours later, willing the swelling and pain to be gone.

Cause that’s sound medical advice? Right?

Right?!