A big fuck you to the ultrasound tech today...
Douche Move #1: "How is your day"
Fuck you, it is shitty... I am verifying that the baby I want so much is non-existent
Douche Move #2: "Are you ready to see your baby"
Yes... Are you God? Can you make that happen? Can't you fucking look at charts before you deal with me?
Douche Move #3: "We'll things look good and you should be around 6 weeks"
Really? Actually, I should be around 10 weeks you fucking incompetent bitch.
Douche Move #4: "I can't let you see the screen, this is a medical procedure"
The last tech let me watch... What the fuck? I understand you have to do your thing and this procedure is not for my entertainment, but for fucks sake I need to feel 100% confident that this pregnancy is not progressing before I decide to end it.
I wanted so badly to take my foot out of the stirrup and kick her in the fucking face...
I didn't... I should have...
I figured that spending time in Flint's jail would probably only make things worse that they already are...
Anyway... I started spotting brown yesterday and now it has changed to pink... I postponed the D&C in hopes that my body is finally going to do something right...
I also am no longer being avoided... I think those thoughts may have been irrational and due to hormones... Maybe... I am feeling more optimistic about the situation whatever the case...
Listen To This: Eyes On You!
5 years ago
2 comments:
I have to say that reading your blog is really scary, because it sounds like I wrote it. I really appreciate you telling me about it (on the nest).
I am sorry we have this in common, but e-mail me if you need anything...
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