It’s ski season, at least that’s my excuse for going off-piste with the content of today’s post to share an essay of mine on a topic about as far away from the Cotswolds as you can get: adventures in the American healthcare system. The piece is called “Big Pharma Wants to Date Me, and Other Quirks of Being Sick in America,” and it chronicles my experience being of being doggedly wooed by a pharmaceutical company after being diagnosed with a chronic illness. I tried to be serious and funny and personal at the same time, and I hope you’ll check it out. It was published on The Rumpus here earlier this week.
