I’m one of the lucky ones: I’ve never had to to go the Emergency Room because of my Endo pain. Before my surgery, I’d always just sucked it up, endured, lumped into a ball, hugging my heating pad, crying. Never had I thought to go to the ER; I figured it was normal period cramps.
But many of my fellow EndoWarriors routinely do. Their uncontrolled pain is so horrible that they take the trip to the ER, fill out the forms, pay the co-pay, wait for hours, and are poked, prodded, and screened…some may receive the help they seek. But others are denied relief and are accused of being a pill-popping addict, a junky, a liar. Others are screened for STDs or yeast infections. Others subjected to embarrassing pelvic exams. This is unfortunate and outrageous.
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