What happens when one has no address, no health insurance, no money and a medical crisis explodes?
I was directed to a free clinic and so I went. I stated the nature of my emergency, but because I do not look ‘homeless’, I was suspect…I guess. I was asked to wait, sit, and fill out paper work. I turned it in. My post office box address was unacceptable. I needed a street address. I explained my situation and was asked to wait. My emergency could wait. I waited and waited. I was asked to bring in my tax records. I explained that I had none, as I hadn’t earned an income in the last year. Please wait. I waited and waited. Two and a half hours later I was told that I could not be helped.
I had ‘under the table’ surgery the next day, after hours, performed in a doctor’s office by a doctor who cannot be named.
My miracle, but excuse me? America?