Megan Thompson

I suffered a debilitating throbbing in my rear for 48 hours before I made an appointment with my doctor. Upon glimpsing the source of my agony, she immediately called a surgeon with a monthslong waitlist who agreed to take me that afternoon on her lunch break. “Does it feel like glass?” the surgeon asked, her face peering into my nether regions. The parchment paper underneath me crinkled as I…