Last week I had an appointment with one of my well-controlled diabetics. She has been in my care for the last six years. Our usual cheery interaction turned sour when she stated in an accusing tone, “My husband is diabetic, and I talked to his doctor about the medication you have me on. He says it is junk, and he only writes it for poor people, and he doesn’t understand …
Dear health insurance company,
Let me set the scene for you. It was a sunny August afternoon. A young college woman with stars in her eyes and dreams of being a dentist came to my office. She drove an hour to see me and would leave the next day for college.
She was reasonably requesting that her implantable birth control be changed out so as to avoid pregnancy during her educational career. …
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