| Second time around |
[Dec. 13th, 2009|01:45 am] |
I had my second abortion yesterday (to me it's still today because it's 1:30 in the morning and I've been asleep for several hours).
I went to the same place I went last time, the Raleigh Women's Health Organization. In case anyone lived in NC and was curious, this place is the real deal. It's not a CPC, it's licensed surgical center, where they mainly do abortions and tubal litigations.
They say every pregnancy is different (and boy, was that the case. Talk about nausea and upset this time around), but possibly the worst part was the actual abortion.
As usual, everyone at the RWHO was friendly, competent, and polite, despite the fact that my appointment was at seven thirty and they were JAM PACKED ALL DAY LONG.
The doctor who preformed my abortion was friendly and made jokes, but WHAT THE HELL? The pain was ridiculous. The first time was very, very calm, a little nervous. This time I was shaking and freaking, and the pain swallowed me in a way I can't describe; it was almost like I was swimming through it.
I actually yelled, and it seemed to take forever. I'm not sure if its because the nurse who did my ultrasound told me the fetus didn't have a heartbeat (which I suspected), so it took longer to extract it? I'm not sure.
Anyway, the fun part was, right after the abortion, they had to give me the Rhogam shot, and the nurse asked me to put my leg up and I said, "I'm going to throw up". She was awesome, just grabbed one of those kidney shaped bowls and I promptly puked.
I got the shot and they took me to the recovery room.
Now, the interesting thing was, I asked for local anesthetic, because I really felt a need to consciously be making this decision. (Last time, I'd changed my mind about the method of my abortion, and so I had to be localized.) You guys, (and if this upsets anyone, I apologize deeply), if that cramping is what giving birth feels like...no wonder women yell. I yelled, and my pain tolerance level is ridiculous.
While I was in the recovery room, I noticed several patients hooked up to IVs. I was immediately concerned, because I thought something had gone wrong. It turns out, if you ask for general anesthesia, you're IVed fluids afterward to make sure you recover okay.
Also the driver policy makes sense with that in mind, because there was no way those girls could have driven themselves.
I recovered much faster this time around (thank God), and I probably could have driven home, but my friend stole the keys and made me eat on the way home. (Mmm, cheesy eggs.) I dozed on the ride, and stayed at my friend's for a few hours until I had the energy to drive to my parents.
I feel...a little giddy, honestly. Not guilty, not sad, but giddy. It might be the drugs, and it might just be the aftermath.
I don't want to treat this as blase, but I feel kind of high. |
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