A 77 percent success rate is good enough for a guy without insurance
The doctor was adamant. “This is America, not Sweden,” he told me. “We operate.”
How did this happen to me? I wondered, looking at him across the ER exam room. How could I, a healthcare provider, not have insurance?
I had woken up that morning with a mildly upset stomach. Nonetheless, I’d gone to my job (begun only six weeks earlier) as a physician assistant at a Beverly Hills HIV clinic. I’d seen patients …
