Rush: Obama to veto military appropriations to force military off TRICARE

VA organizations are going to have a *fit*.

I'm sure Obama cares about that.

TRICARE is government healthcare.

What are you implying?

Military Healthcare:Gov’t Healthcare::Navy Seals:Free Stuff Army

According to the US census there are 21.8 million Veterans in 2010. That’s a lot of voters to make mad.

I’ve been hearing for some time that TRICARE fees were going up.

They already went up last year. They want to raise them higher and have you pay by rank. Officers will pay more.

He’s not worried. By the time he’s finished his term (in the year 2040) he’ll have routed that number down to very few, and they’ll all be hes supporters.

TRICARE works. It’s not really government health care. You can use a military base if they have space and you live close by but most retirees use civilian doctors.

It’s not free. Vets did their time so they earned it.

“Vets did their time so they earned it.”

Thank you. It should otherwise be obvious.

Additionally, vets sign up for lower pay base than civilian counterpart, with an added benefit taking the place of pay - medical care. there is nothing free about it.

I see you’re back from DU to support Obama on FR again and again and again...

“TRICARE works. It’s not really government health care. You can use a military base if they have space and you live close by but most retirees use civilian doctors.”

The money comes from the government (out of tax revenues) and government decides what is covered ( http://www.tricare.mil/mybenefit/home/Medical/IsItCovered.jsp ) but it isn’t government healthcare.

What would make it government healthcare?

It just got reported on this thread HERE.

Under TRICARE Standard I can pick and choose and keep the Dr I want. Obama”care” is more like the VA. . .no choice and the worst “care” you can imagine.

I prefer to pick and choose the Dr I want, not the Dr the government tells me I will have.

Let me try again just for kicks and NOT for logic.

Of course Tricare comes from gov’t funding (military budget-one of the only two or so budgets the gov’t SHOULD have)

Military Healthcare IS TO Gov’t Healthcare
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Navy Seals IS TO Free Stuff Army

Ah, obamacare will make VA heath care (present version) loook like a swanky cardiologist’s practice.

Especially since no one in their right mind will sign up for med school.Enrollment in Med schools will go vertical

Ah, obamacare will make VA heath care (present version) look like a swanky cardiologist’s practice.

Especially since no one in their right mind will sign up for med school.Enrollment in Med schools will go vertical

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, “military families” simply adore Bigfoot and Mrs. Rimshot Joe who Barry keeps sending their way trying to make them believe that Barry really cares about them. Many of them are gullible enough to buy that commie lib nonsense. The Obamas hate the military.

Hey Mat!

Yeah, I’m hoping the troops will do just that.

I've been going to the VA for the last 16 years for just my service connected disabilities. About 10 years ago, my PA said I could get a pair of free glasses. I said no because I had about a half dozen birth control glasses from AD. She said you go down town a pick up your frame of choice and it's free. So I got new glasses.
The next year I asked about the free glasses and she said that did not have the funds this year for it. She informed me that since I just turned 50, I would have to get a colonoscopy, but there was a 3 year waiting list. Went to my regular Dr and he got me in within 3 weeks. Bottom line is that VA care is based on funding and is rationed. That is where obamacare is headed under single payer.

Thanks!

This dirtball of a president definitely lies. Was just reading in my literature the other night that TRICARE was supposed to be exempt from the Affordable Care Act.

I’m sure they’re scrambling, trying to find ways to fund the evil thing, so TRICARE is an easy target.

Here is my VA horror experience (WARNING, long post):

I was in Long Beach for a business trip. I started to feel terrible and went to the nearest Emergency Room, the VA ER. I went to reception to check-in and was handed the usual papers to fill out and told to take a seat.

I was wired up and running a fever of 102. After being fed antibiotics and other drugs for 8-hrs, I began to feel better and was released. With one hand holding release papers and antibiotics in the other hand, I departed for a small corporate studio apartment for rest.

I soon found myself in worse shape, more pain and with new symptoms. I returned to VA and waited for the doctor.

The doctor examined me and said he was going to give me different antibiotics and send me home. I told the doctor I was beginning to REALLY feel bad and perhaps he should check my temperature again and check my prostate. As you know, men usually don’t ask for “the check.”

He took my temperature (102.5). Next he did the prostate exam. OUCH!!! This is not good and I was whisked into an isolation room. Thus began my nightmare with the VA hospital.

I noticed if I hit the “call” button at night it took a very long time for anyone to respond. And when others would hit the buzzer, I clearly could hear the buzzer alarm go off and ring on and on and on and no one would respond.

It was during the night shift I met “Nurse Ratchet” from One Flew Over the Coo-Coos Nest.

One early morning I woke up because I was due another dose of morphine, I waited for the nurse to arrive with my medication. I eventually went back to dozing. I woke up because the pain was increasing and my morphine was nowhere to be found and over-due.

I hit the call button. After nearly 10-minutes I got up, leaned on my IV-tree and went to my door and stood there. I observed the nurses’ station. It was empty. After a few more minutes “Nurse Ratchet” arrived and turned off the buzzer at the nurses’ station. I said I needed my morphine. She gave me a “surly” look and blandly told me she would get it. I waited. After a while, Nurse Ratchet came back with morphine for my IV. As she was giving me morphine I asked for my vicodin as it was also now due.

Nurse Ratchet mumbled something about getting another nurse and left. 15-minutes later, no one came. I hobbled to my door and saw just one guy sitting at the nurse’s station. He was a good RN and he asked what I needed and I told him. He got up and looked down a hallway behind the nurses’ station and saw Nurse Ratchet. He asked if she would get my (now over-due) pain meds. She doesn’t get up and hollers at him that she told Nurse So-and-So to get my meds.

Nurse So-and-So, in a room down the hall, heard Nurse Ratchet and hollered that she told Nurse Ratchet that she was working one-on-one with a patient and could not leave her patient. Apparently, Nurse Ratchet thinks merely passing word absolves her of any responsibility.

I waited in my door expecting Nurse Ratchet to arrive but many minutes later, she is still missing. I stepped outside my room and peeked down the hallway. I see Nurse Ratchet sitting at a computer with her feet up on the desk! I am overdue pain meds, in pain, and she is just sitting there.

After about another 5-min, Nurse Ratchet slowly emerges from the hallway and blandly asks what I want (like she didn’t know). I said my pain medication, vicodin. Not saying a word, she turns slowly and casually walks back down the hall. A few minutes later a different nurse arrives and administers the vicodin.

According to several nurses, Nurse Ratchet was known to be a “bad” nurse but the VA being the VA, she can’t be fired.

Bad nurses mean pain, discomfort and possibly even death.

Early one morning I got up to urinate in my urine container and missed. I was sick, after all. I went on the floor next to my bed. (I was at that time sharing a room with three other patients).

Embarrassed, I went and found a (sleeping) nurse and told her. She came back to my room with a few towels and threw them on the floor and left. I sat on my bed, wondering when housekeeping would arrive to clean/disinfect the floor. Much time passed.

I went out and found the (again, sleeping) nurse and asked when we can expect housekeeping. Incredibly, she, a NURSE, asked, “Why?”

I told her that the floor needs to be disinfected because doctors and nurses and others would be in and out, tracking throughout my room and the hospital whatever they pick up from my floor.

Her answer was “Housekeeping won’t come this early.”

Goodness. I was diagnosed as having MRSA and related medical issues and “they” won’t come and clean the floor?

I pointed out the risks associated with having the nurses walking through the remnants of my urine on the floor and that this places risk to other patients and staff. The nurse was unmoved.

I waited until I saw a cleaning lady and asked her to disinfect the floor. She was a Russian immigrant and was the ONLY hard-worker I ever met at the VA. She also despised the VA nurses for their sloth.

I used the shower twice.

First shower: I found two stalls. Both had visible mildew on the walls. Ugh. I also noticed small black gnats flying in the showers. Then I saw that other patients bandages on the hand-holds on the wall. The showers looked like a third-world environment.

Days later, second shower: I found the stalls still had mildew, small black gnats flying and the exact same bandages were on the hand-holds!

Another major health hazard with the VA pajama-type clothes I was issued. After a few days I needed a change and asked for new PJs. A nurse’s aide delivered the tops and bottoms and I put them on, only to find many snaps on the shirt were missing and it was torn. I took the shirt off, went to the nurse’s aide and gave her the unusable shirt and asked for another. She gave me a new shirt.

Now fast a couple days. I need another change and I discover that after I put a new PJ shirt on, it is the SAME top with the missing snaps and torn fabric. The nurses aid took the original torn snap-less shirt and returned it to the linen closet for re-issue to other patients. .which turned out to be me.

I was identified as a MRSA patient, I had worn the shirt and it was unhealthy to just place it back in the linen closet for re-issue—you and I know that but NOT the VA. I gave back the PJ top and told the nurse’s aide to get a new shirt and to toss the other shirt in the trash.

I need another change. I ask for new PJs and, yes, I was given the same shirt that I turned back previously. I told the nurse’s aide to trash the shirt and give me another one. She obtained another shirt and after she left my room I went to my door and watched as she opened the linen closet and tossed my previously worn, unserviceable and MRSA infected shirt in the linen closet for re-issue to other patients.

One evening early in my stay, a nurse came into my room and saw I still had a measure of medicine remaining in the IV bag. The nurse was impatient and squeezed hard the bag to “finish” the medicine. When the bag was squeezed my forearm with the IV in it exploded in pain and a knot several inches long appeared under my skin where the influx of medicine flooded in.

Throughout my stay it became clear NO ONE CARED and when I raised objections they responded to my comments with, “not my area” or “what can you expect” or “call the patient advocate.”

I was moved from my single-occupancy room to a room where I shared with three others. I was moved to a multi-occupancy room with three OLD guys, with one clearly dieing. The beds were less than am arms length apart. No privacy. No HIPA protections at all.

Nurses and doctors had to suit-up prior to entering my isolation/single room and when I was moved to the multi-occupancy room the staff put up the same “suit-up before entering” sign outside my single room. . .apparently I was still a threat. Seems logical that I would share a room with other sick people.

The doctors came by and told me I was now released. Paperwork was quickly done, medications issued and I departed. I was told to return for a follow up visit the following Friday. Like heck I would.

A day later the doctors called me at home at the corporate apartment and told me to get back to the hospital immediately for admission to be treated, via IV-drip, for a 14-day IV treatment because my MRSA apparently was not beat.

I told the doctors I was NOT going back into VA because they would kill me with their care. I would instead fly to Texas and go to a private hospital for professional, clean and attentive care.

The doctors were adamant about my returning immediately but I would not budge. I knew from first-hand experience just how horrible the conditions were at VA, too include how risky it is to patients like me, with compromised immune systems and other ailments. Moreover, I was not going to subject myself to further abuse by staff.

I verified with the doctors that while I had MRSA and was not too bad at that time, I was cleared to fly and the next morning I was on a jet heading to Texas.

I entered a Texas hospital for 9-day’s of in-patient treatment. The facility in Texas was wonderful, a single room, CLEAN, flat-screen TV and internet (stuff the VA did not have). The staff was courteous and attentive.

I filed a formal VA IG complaint and yes, “they” turned it over to the VA hospital administrator of the hospital I was at to investigate. The same VA administrator that refused to accept from me a written complaint of the abuse and terrible “care” I was subjected to.

She found no problem with her hospital, of course.

Welcome to the future under Obama “care.”