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Eddie Huang’s ‘I’m in Debt to the Gyno’ Spotlights Dr. Steve Rad

I’m going to start posting some of the random writing I do sitting around on my notes app. This one is especially stupid, but one of my favorites. It’s a remix of Coco that I did while at my wife’s first OBGYN appointment.  

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I loved our OBGYN, Dr. Steven Rad.  

He is absolutely one of the very very best people I met in LA, but he was also very very out of network and cost about the same amount as a 2025 3-series sedan. His office is littered with photos of celebrity families like Kylie Jenner & Travis Scott, which is standard operating practice in Beverly Hills.  

I mean the man was on Paris in Love.  

His office told my wife before our first visit that we needed to pay most of it up front and I didn’t want to stress her out. I was determined to do whatever she wanted throughout the pregnancy.  

So I waited until she went into the room with Dr. Rad before I told the accounts payable representative, Larisse, that I am in fact a full-blooded Chinese person with ancestors hailing from Hunan, China – the home of General Tso – and also graduated from Cardozo Yeshiva Law.  

I think she understood what that meant and asked why I chose a Yeshiva to which I responded, “If I wanted to study the Art of War, I’d go to a Chinese school. But if I want to learn the Art of Civil Procedure, I’m going to a Yeshiva.” 

At that point, I got to brass tacks and inquired about coupons, BOGO deals, alternative payment methods, staggered payments, anything so that I could feel like I was getting a deal.  

When making a big purchase, you have to feel like you’re getting value.  

Even when going to Rolex or Vacheron – where they are very clear that there are no coupons or special offers – I got a belt off my SA at Vacheron and I got a few extra chocolates, a beautiful fruit juice, and a glass of champagne at Rolex. These things are available to every one making a purchase at Rolex, but if you keep the conversation going long enough, it’s like getting an afternoon session at Wally’s for free. 

Larisse, lovely woman, from Dr. Rad’s was unable to offer any “specials”, BUT, she was able to accomodate us with a LOVELY payment plan.  

In the moment, I felt victorious like Al Bundy. 

Then I sat down, went through the plan in detail and realized that I would in fact still have to give up sports gambling for all three major sports through the 2023-2024 season if we were to deliver this baby with Dr. Rad. 

So I wrote this song. If you like random garbaggio writing like this from my notes app, I will share more of it. If you want to sing a long, here is the instrumental. 

[Hook x2:] 

I’m in debt to the gyno 

I’m in debt to the gyno 

Insurance that’s a no, no 

I’m in debt to the gyno 

[Verse 1:] 

Hit my plug, that’s my cholo 

He on Cali Med for the low, low 

Out of pocket I go loco 

Hit you with that treinta ocho 

Why am I so broke-yo? 

50 deep, they’re so de-duc-tible 

Heard Larisse is takin’ photos 

Driver’s license, f—k a PPO. 

[Refrain:] 

Progesterone, I got Progesterone! 

Progesterone, I got Progesterone! 

Whip it through the glass, Rad! 

I’m blowin’ money fast, Rad! 

[Hook x2] 

[Verse 2:] 

36, that’s 5 weeks yo 

Miss my bookie, miss my free throw 

Love to gamble, just like Bruno 

Shot the club up, now she preggers-yo 

Free my homies, f—k the C.O 

F—k Anthem, f—k my PPO 

Mail the invoice, like I’m Niño 

No disbursement, I’m so broke yo. 

Here is a photo of Kosher Kung Pao Chicken I made Dr. Rad on one of our visits. If you are looking for a doctor specializing in high-risk pregnancies, he’s the best. I don’t regret a dime we spent. My wife felt cared for at all times and Dr. Rad became one of my good friends.

We got so close that when my son was literally crowning in the emergency room, he asked to take a photo before we got to work and my wife almost killed both of us.

Sometimes I really feel for my wife and realize that I should have no complaints considering her man wore a stupid bucket hat into the emergency room and took a photo with the OBGYN while her legs were spread and our son was crowning.

I love you and I’m sorry I’m an idiot.

Regardless, a few months after Senna was born, Dr. Rad and I took him to his first gentlemen’s club.

Just kidding. I’m not that irresponsible. We ate sushi next door, but Senna was crying so I sat on the curb out front of the club and gave him his bottle. Dr. Rad was proud of me.

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