[bradleyy]

I think I'm actually going to go talk to my congressperson/senator/anybody who will listen. It's such an insult, that I have to go to an endo, who in my case probably knows some technical ephemera better than I do, but has done absolutely nothing to help keep me alive besides write prescriptions.

Like didn't even warn me of the dangers of hypoglycemia. After I nearly went comatose one time, "oh yeah, we have glucagon you can get if you'd like a prescription". Which is cool after you've been passed out in front of a restaurant, with people looking at you like they're going to hit you with narcan.

One of my secret terrors is getting narcaned by a cop.