“I Was Strapped to a Backboard After a Crash — My Mom Only Wanted a $4,200 Transfer”

When my mother called, I was still strapped to a backboard in the emergency room at County Hospital, my vision blurring with each fluorescent light that passed overhead as the gurney rattled down the hallway. The world around me was a cacophony of voices—nurses calling out numbers, the squeak of shoes on linoleum, machines beeping their urgent warnings.continue reading …