A few years ago, I got a small cut on my knuckle. No big deal, right? It was just a small little nick; it didn't bleed much. A few days go by, and my middle finger swells up. I can hardly bend it. I'm thinking, 'Ok, it's infected... I'm sure it will clear up in a few more days.' Around four days after that, the cut turns into a small crater, with the edges raised with a black-looking scab inside... I tell myself it'll get worse before it gets better and leave it alone for another day or two, and if the swelling doesn't go down, I'll get it checked out. After all, I don't have a fever, so it can't be that bad, right?
I had a cardiologist tell me repeatedly that I was having panic attacks. He said I didn't have angina. He sent me for a stress test, which I could not do because of 'imaginary' chest pain. I insisted on an angiogram. He mocked me and scoffed. I was desperate at this point and kept insisting. He angrily ordered one and told me it was a waste of time and that I needed a psychiatrist. I showed up for my 7 a.m. Friday appointment.”},{
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