I lay on the floor of my apartment, all alone, screaming nonstop, in uncontrollable pain, for 15 minutes. I wanted to die. It subsided slightly. I called the clinic on my cell, probably my tenth call over the past 5 weeks, begging for help, a pain I could not “control”. The nurse told me to “control” myself. I begged for stronger medicine, or a referral to a pain specialist, but got no response, no sympathy. I yelled at the nurse—no compassion, no medical treatment, no referral. They got rid of me in the middle of my pain, leaving me to scream alone on the floor. Reader, you’re next.