Both things I’ve gone to the hospital for in the last few years was diagnosed as “anxiety”! They were actually: a severe ulcer that had eaten through my intestines, and a chest muscle that had disconnected from my sternum/ribcage.
But both were diagnosed as “anxiety”! God, I love being a woman!
No wait… I was dropped off completely unable to walk and it was diagnosed as “mild scoliosis”. I was unable to walk for 2 months afterward and unable to stand/walk upright for almost 2 years.
I’d literally rather die at home next time rather than go to the fucking hospital.
Both things I’ve gone to the hospital for in the last few years was diagnosed as “anxiety”! They were actually: a severe ulcer that had eaten through my intestines, and a chest muscle that had disconnected from my sternum/ribcage.
But both were diagnosed as “anxiety”! God, I love being a woman!
No wait… I was dropped off completely unable to walk and it was diagnosed as “mild scoliosis”. I was unable to walk for 2 months afterward and unable to stand/walk upright for almost 2 years.
I’d literally rather die at home next time rather than go to the fucking hospital.