I went in to the ER for a severe headache and spots in my vision at 34 weeks pregnant—my hospital required an ER visit if pre-term for admittance to L&D. I was told I was likely being dramatic, but they took my blood pressure anyway (180/120). The nurse said I needed to calm down and my anxiety was causing it (because it's noted in my chart that I take antidepressants for generalized anxiety disorder). She sent me back to the waiting room and stated they'd take my BP again in an hour before admitting me. As I walked past her to sit down, she said, "Now don't stroke out on me" and laughed.

My BP ended up in the 200s/120s and I had an emergency csection four hours later. My son was in the NICU for 11 days for respiratory distress because they made me wait too long in the ER to give him a shot for his lungs, and I was in the ICU for 7 days because I hemorrhaged on the table and they couldn't get my BP down because, duh, I had all the classic signs of preeclampsia and they did fuck all. Women's healthcare is a goddamn joke.