I got in a Lyft with nearly bursting intestines and asked him to take me to the ER. He could see on my face that I was sweating and pale. He kept nervously asking me about it and I had to pretend to be OK so he wouldn’t kick me out of his car. “I’m good, just going to a doctor’s appointment. You see that show last night?”. I was desperately clutching my stomach and my shirt was drenched in sweat.

I like to think he understood.