Today was the final appointment before everything gets sent to insurance for approval. Hubs went in this morning for bw and to leave his 'deposit' and I had a later appointment for my hysteroscopy - which was MUCH easier this time around....thank you child birth!
The doc came in and introduced me to one of the nurses and said she'll be shadowing this appointment - sure thing, it's not like half the building hasn't seen my lady bits already, bring on the audience.
She started to wash her hands and began to fill the nurse in a little about me; how I was her favorite (which I'm sure she says that to all the gals), how beautiful our daughter is, how after many tests we found out I was a carrier for translocation, yatta, yatta, yatta. Now at this point I'm getting ready to be violated and then there it was, those words that will always make me be that girl. She began to tell her about the D&E mishap - mishap will be the term I will use, since D&E fuck up doesn't seem appropriate.
And then, from the corner of my eye, I could see it.....that look I dread so much.....the 'I'm so sorry for you' look! She continued on with the story and I just kept looking up at the beach pictures that all OB offices have, you know the ones they rip from either calendars or magazines.
Just wish one appointment, one meeting I could be the 'normal' girl instead of always being 'that' girl!
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