Last year Sarah Pin had to deal with the little problem of a brain tumour which, quite obviously is scary and awful enough in the best of situations. But Sarah lives in the US and therefore had to deal with the third world medical system there. This did not make her happy:
If I have learned anything – and I have not – it is this: that people who talk about shitty things happening like they’re about gaining EXP or wisdom can go fuck themselves.
Unnecessary painful learning experiences suck. There is no fucking value to my having gotten a brain tumor, it is not something that god wanted to happen to me, I refuse to behave as if it has been some sort of goddamn privilege, and I decline ever do something like this again. I’m done with things sucking now. From now on I intend for everything that ever happens to awesome, and if it’s not I will bitch about it and, if someone else is at fault, I will make them feel it.
[…]
The doctor who finally sent me for the MRI wouldn’t have prescribed it to someone in my situation who didn’t have insurance. I know this because the first time I went in, I didn’t, and she didn’t. She told me to go home, get some rest and see if the dizziness got better. I did, it got better briefly and then came back, and I came back signed up for the Maryland pool two months later. She then suggested the MRI along with a battery of the other tests she thought more likely to turn something up. She was very restrainedly startled when it was the brain that turned out to be the problem.
It’s your right to decide that I should’ve had to either choose to pay full-price for the treatment or go without – I mean, I’m not you. But when people get angry with you for your politics, you need to understand that this is why. They’re not making something of nothing. My brain is not nothing to me. My stupid little pile of money is not nothing.