Demon Docs and Walrus Swabs.
I don’t mind doctors. I even had a few for friends once. It’s GOING to the doctor that really bothers me. 858 more words
So, I’m having my husband call the doctor’s office to try to get some information out of them. This makes me feel like a bad feminist and a bad adult, but I’m clearly not having much luck getting information out of people, and I don’t know how much longer I can maintain my weak grip on sanity if I don’t have some kind of blueprint. 527 more words
I had my baseline appointment today, which involved blood tests to make sure I wasn’t already pregnant, and an appointment with the robot dildo, a.k.a. a transvaginal ultrasound. 262 more words
In principle, going to the doctor works the same way in every country: