“Emergency Department,” the voice clipped on the other end of the line. What do you want you pain-drug-seeking-freak, said the voice in my head, reading the mind of the woman on the phone. “Um, hi,” I whispered, “My name is Amy. I’m a chronic migraine patient from out of town. Does your department…
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I was sure I knew what hell was. Until Monday night I was certain hell was eternity spent in an endless line at the Department of Motor Vehicles. But I was wrong. I am now absolutely certain that hell is eternity spent checked in, but never called back to see the doctor, in a pediatric…
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