Hey, Baby, Know Any Cheap Health Plans?

I’m an artist. This is what I’m trying to remember to say when people ask me what I do, rather than letting them know the latest in my string of employment endeavors. Waitress-on-wheels isn’t the real me, see? A girl’s gotta bring home the bacon somehow while she’s waiting for the paint on the canvas to dry. Of course this also means I’m seriously in the market for a cheap health plan.

A cheap health plan for me has historically consisted of what’s available in generic form at my drugstore, trying to get enough sleep, and wearing sunscreen when I go outside. I cross my fingers when someone near me sneezes. I knock a lot of wood. Basically, I’ve just had to hope that no serious issue crops up before Obama Health Care goes through all the hoops it needs to and I am finally able to see a real doctor without owing my firstborn to the credit card company.

This was all manageable until, um, that firstborn suggested he or she might like to join the party. Now what? I'm happy, but scared. I’ve got all kinds of ideas on how I want to paint the nursery, but I need a cheap health plan, quick. Which is how I found my way to Qualified Health. And suddenly I think this might be manageable, too.