Like millions of Americans, I can never leave my spouse. I’ll lose my healthcare | Jessa Crispin

My access to doctors is tied to my husband - and his access is tied to his employer. Land of the free indeed

It was around the second dose of fentanyl going into my IV bag that I stopped trying to control how much all of this was going to cost. I had been arguing with every decision the caregivers at the emergency room were making - Is this Cat scan actually necessary or is there another diagnostic tool?" Is there a cheaper version of this drug you're giving me?" - and reminding them repeatedly that I was uninsured, but either the opioids in my bloodstream, or the exhaustion of trying to rest in a room next to a woman who, given the sounds she was making, was clearly transforming into a werewolf, forced me to surrender.

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