I ran into my friend Will the other day…

Will is my friend who was sitting with me in the ER in June 2013, when the ER doctor blatantly lied–saying he had spoken with you directly and that *you* had said I didn’t need to be admitted, then I held up my iPhone showing the text messages directly from you, that clearly said to go to the ER and that you would, indeed, admit me.

(When I had the toe jam problem.)

Since Will had been with me all day as my health had deterioted, he witnessed all of my correspondence with you (I think we had both spoken on the phone in addition to text messaging–I had called Dr. Kachru at 6pm that morning), so he knew himself the ER doctor was blatantly lying–Will said again the other day ‘I could not fucking believe what I was fucking hearing”.

I reminded him how most ER doctors assume the patient doesn’t have a good enough relationship with their physician, and therefore can treat them like that…

If he ever comes knocking on your door (Will L.), please take care of him, he’s a good guy. He used to be a concierge at the Palazzo by the Grove (that’s how we met), and he was helping me out in June 2013 during the toe infection, partly for the money but mostly as a favor…

He agreed that before that day, he thought my ramblings about how evil the medical system could be was a little paranoia on my part..

Not after that.

Thank you for always being there for me. I know my case is the never ending headache (my uncle used to warn me most doctors burn out, because we sound like broken records most of the time),

Please never forget how grateful I am to you, and to every doctor, who helps me…

(If I was a physician, I wouldn’t want my case either, lol…)

The medical system isn’t set up for people like me…the unknowns…we’re expensive, frustrating,

And the fun just never ends…