The Taste of Blood.

I just had a creditor call regarding my unpaid medical bills,

and as usual,

I pretended not to be me.

This woman on the phone, rude and condensing as patients are often treated here in the U.S.,

made further snarky comments about getting a ‘message to Tara’.

By this point,

both her and I know that I’m Tara. But I’m not budging, and there is nothing she can do about it.

After giving her moment to stumble through this ‘message to Tara’,

I interrupted her,

with a voice of steel,

“You do realize that Tara suffers from a number of life threatening medical conditions.”

Caught off guard, she stuttered a little–

“Um, I didn’t know that. I’m just calling regarding what I see here.”

“What you do, for a living, is call and harass people with life threatening medical conditions.”

“Well, um, uh,”

“Goodbye.” Click.

That’s the United States of America for you.

About hopeforanswers

Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
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