Sure, I was accepted by the Mayo Clinic gastroenterology department after sending them all of my medical records, was evaluated by three different medical professionals, diagnosed, and given a regimen of treatment that might lead to me being able to eat solid foods several months from now and they do that for people who just choose not to eat. And then there’s the multiple stays in my local hospital to get scopes and scans, the blood panels, the gallbladder removal, not to mention the thousands of dollars of medical debt… all because I am choosing not to eat. It’s something I’ve been doing as a hobby, like wood carving or pottery.
But congratulations, you read to the first sentence of the third paragraph of that post.
It’s weird that you called me illiterate when it’s fairly apparent that you didn’t get past the headline.
I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be at the top hospital in the nation right now if I was choosing not to eat.
https://lemmy.world/post/13867999
Or is this like saying someone with clinical depression is choosing not to be happy?
But sure, I’m highly privileged to never be able to eat anything no matter how much I want to. What a privilege.
Your words, emphasis mine.
Sure, I was accepted by the Mayo Clinic gastroenterology department after sending them all of my medical records, was evaluated by three different medical professionals, diagnosed, and given a regimen of treatment that might lead to me being able to eat solid foods several months from now and they do that for people who just choose not to eat. And then there’s the multiple stays in my local hospital to get scopes and scans, the blood panels, the gallbladder removal, not to mention the thousands of dollars of medical debt… all because I am choosing not to eat. It’s something I’ve been doing as a hobby, like wood carving or pottery.
But congratulations, you read to the first sentence of the third paragraph of that post.
Keep digging this hole for yourself.