So here I am. In a hospital bed. Wires on my chest, tubes up my arm, blood pressure doing its best impression of a rollercoaster—and still, somehow, the scariest thing I’ve encountered is the parade of doctors too afraid to give a damn unless it's career-safe.
Let’s be clear: I’m not dying. Yet. And that’s the problem.
The moment you're not an emergency, some of these doctors turn into politicians—quick to offer help if it benefits their stats, but terrified of sticking their neck out in case doin...
Published on July 06, 2025 15:41