Eclair's with her medical bills

Hi I'm Eclair, a 28 year old trans woman. Ive been out of work for a year now, enough so that i've been living out of my car since October, desperately trying to find work.

So no medical insurance, for the nightmare that came this month

At the beginning of this month an absurd level of pain came out of nowhere... a pain that i was hoping i could shrug off like most... I could not. after a few days of it escalating from feeling like a gut punch to the second worst pain i'd ever experienced, it became apparent that i could no longer ignore it.

I went to the hospital on January 4th. The doctor appeared to have not take my cries of agony seriously as he misdiagnosed me with a mere stomach ulcer, instead of a failing Gallbladder.

I left after a few hours of care. thinking i understood my situation, Afterall a professional told me what was wrong right? maybe ulcers just hurt more than i would've expected.

Every other day for the next week the pain would come back, and it would last longer & longer, and hurt more... At first it was just 3-6 hours... and as much as that shouldn't be acceptable, that first hospital bill scared me enough as is, much less the idea of a second one. but that time rose to lasting 10+ hours!

On the 9th the pain had escalated to the point i felt like i was dying, I had to go back... The ER DR that day correctly Diagnosed that my Gallbladder was failing & that it needed to be taken out ASAP. (I cant describe how thankful i was that she took me seriously & helped so swiftly)

After a few hours of waiting i was transferred from the ER to a hospital room under the promise they'd get me prepped for surgery as soon as possible.

THAT DID NOT HAPPEN.

The Surgeon fully refused to operate that day. Long story short i was not operated on until about 47 hours after when i was promised. I laid in bed in Agony having to be constantly dosed with pain medication for the next 24hrs to take my pain levels down from death to an 8/10 (note i have an obscene pain tolerance)... the following day being Absurd levels of discomfort, with pain that was likely only tolerable BC it wasn't the death i felt the days before.

The Surgeon said he had a HEIDA scan he wanted to perform before he "could" operate. & when questioned what for, it was essentially BC he didn't want to prep a plan B for camera entry for the OP... after learning the ridiculous reason he was about to put me through hell i revoked my consent to the scan, hoping i could convince him i couldn't emotionally or mentally take the load of pain that would be waiting an hour longer much less a day (that would turn to 2)... He retaliated by refusing to operate until i consented again, essentially holding me hostage & FORCING me to undergo the Heida scan delaying the procedure as long as possible

I'm out of the hospital now & recovering at friends places, they've been bloody wonderful, & i honestly don't think I'd have made it through the hospital itself without them & their moral support by my side.

But I have a MASSIVE problem... the Medical bills...

Because of his insistence to wait & Delay the procedure. i had an additional 48 hours worth of hospital up-charged Meds going into me to keep my body from imploding further...

Its a LOT of money, a terrifying amount of money. & frankly im scared of financial recovery right now as i don't have insurance, & the economy is about as broken & hard to recover from anything at the moment as its basically ever been...

Not only is this a Guillotine shaped weight being hung over my head RN, but its simultaneously a barrier of entry for any further transition goals that ive been hoping could've been around the corner in my future.

The total of the two bills together is Just over Fifty-Six Thousand dollars!

I'm applying for financial aid as well. but that's a long drawn out process, so i have 0 clue how much help that's going to come out to in the end...

I went ahead & put the the full amount of the bills here still BC the sheer scale is THAT bad. even if i dont expect to raise it all

Any amount Y'all could spare would go such a long way to helping me regain control of my life that's just been metaphorically pushed off a cliff

I wish i was better at wording thank-you's, but I'm pretty atrocious at it... just know that any and all help would mean the world to me, & my appreciation though not worded well is immense.

Much Love - Eclair <3