An everyday story of US healthcare – or how a visit to the ER can cost you $10,000 – The Guardian
Opinion
The fear of dying in New York was uppermost in my mind as my bruised foot swelled and turned black: I could never afford it
I had dropped my kids off at school and was lifting one of their scooters, when I turned sharply and felt something ping in my foot. It wasn’t much; a bad cramp, I thought, more painful than usual, which would probably wear off by the time I got home. I limped back to my apartment, took painkillers and put it on ice. By the next morning, the foot had begun to turn black. By the evening, the flesh was rising like dough. “Ew,” said a friend, when I showed it to her that night. “You need a pedicure. Also: you need to see a doctor right now.”
It’s either laziness, Britishness, or a strain of my general belief in denial, but in most circumstances I’d rather suffe...