Erin Kavanagh writes Is Rage Just Guilt Disguised, a window into the reality that is women's healthcare rights. Tick. Tick. Tick.  I shut my eyes tight, hoping that would somehow block out that damn clock. It’s not enough that the lady next to me is bouncing her leg up and down, shaking the couch we’re sitting on, or that the pregnant woman across the room is flipping through a magazine in the loudest way possible. It isn’t enough that this clinic seems to be the absolute hot