In the US Health Care System, You’re Not a Patient. You’re a Consumer
On some level I know the system is designed to break me down, but I feel guilty because I am good at letting it.
Uh, do you have a dermatology degree?
Should have mentioned the newborn.
The signs of my sin, writ on my flesh.
Uh, can I though?
They find a coupon.
“Who needs eyes?” I keep saying, laughing. “Who needs skin?”
Journal of the American Medical Association
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Abbey Fenbert is a writer and theater artist in Los Angeles. Her work has appeared online at The Toast, The Offing, McSweeney's, HowlRound and American Theatre.
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