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In 2005 I went to a sleep disorder specialist in Manhattan to talk about my sleep paralysis. He told me I needed to see a psychiatrist because I clearly had schizophrenia, his evidence being he’d never heard of sleep paralysis and I was 25 and didn’t have a husband or boyfriend.

In 2018, I was in labor to deliver a stillborn son, and my epidural stopped working. Nurses called anesthesiologist repeatedly, who refused to check if the epidural had fallen out bc, “I’m known for having magic hands…” bsky.app/profile/roll...

At which point I start doing scissor kicks — which you cannot do if you have a working epidural! — and say, “What about this, doctor? Is this personal, too?! Am I imagining this?!”

He re-does the epidural (there was no one else). I have massive contractions coursing through me, but I can’t breathe! Bc if I move and the doc I don’t trust slips, I could be paralyzed forever. My spouse is crouched down holding my hands, and I say, “There will never be a worse moment than this.”

This anesthesiologist later sent his bill to the wrong address, even though I got every other L&D bill at the correct address. I didn’t get it until it went to collections, which had no problem finding me! After paying it, I spent the rest of the day leaving reviews on every MD website on earth.