I am writing this post from my bed. I’ve spent a lot of time horizontal during the eight years since my lupus diagnosis, but today’s prostration is the result of a week of failed attempts to obtain medical care.
After exhausting all of my options, and sailing close to sepsis, I ended up in the emergency room yesterday, only to encounter more obstacles to competent and compassionate care.
You might assume that my education, socioeconomic status, and location in a major city would make access to care a foregone conclusion.
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