You forgot about my mental health. I was getting changed at the gym today and caught a glimpse of my lung surgery scars in the mirror and almost had a breakdown.
My inner dialogue went something like this, "Whoa. Whoa. That looks awful. Wait a minute—that was some serious trauma. Wait a minute again—I am not okay with this whole experience having happened in my twenties especially after not doing drugs and not smoking!"
And there, in the locker room, I almost sat down on the floor and cried. And maybe it was the prednisone. Regardless, I pulled it together Broken American Health Care System. And then, I got really mad. I was furious in fact—because it occurred to me that no one within your system has asked me howI'm actually doing.They're so worried about collecting my money, that they've no idea I'm about to go postal over all of the tests, trauma, bills, procedures, logistics, etc.I have a lot more to say to you Broken American Health Care System, but I'll save it for later.