Around 10:30 one night, I walked across the emergency department to see my next patient, a woman who’d had a panic attack. I took a deep breath before turning the corner, partly because you never know what you’ll see next, and partly because I was three months pregnant and a little queasy.
I found a worried looking young woman with an eight-month baby bump.
“Hi, doctor” she said. “I’m sorry about this. My boyfriend lost his job and I got overwhelmed.”
[For more of this story, written by Kristin Budde, go to http://womensenews.org/2017/06...-theyre-unequal-too/]
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