Imagine that you find yourself pregnant for the fourth time,
and your doctor is telling you that you have a subchronic haemorrhage, which is
exactly what happened in that first fateful pregnancy. Imagine that he sends
you out to the hospital to speak with an obstetrician, because he knows that it’s
out of his league. Now imagine that that obstetrician sits at his desk and
tells you that he can’t see why you are so upset. There’s no need to be crying
and shaking and so scared that you can barely breathe, because for now the embryo is still viable. You’re making a fuss
again. Imagine that, and maybe you’ll understand why, just for today, I’d very
much like for who or whatever is in charge of this life to shoot themself in
the head.
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