New York City is a miserable place to be sick (e.g. subway cars and station platforms to and from doctor's appointments). Dealing with the MTA is a raw way to size up reality after the doctor gives you bad news. At least I didn't end up being that sick passenger, whose health condition gets announced to the entire subway line when delaying train traffic.
Why didn't I just take a cab? Oh, that's right. I gave my cab money to my landlord last week.