I DON'T BOWL

I am a 31 year old Canadian women,seperated,living in my mother's basement and this is my dating story.

Monday, May 10, 2004

Tomorrow is the day

Tomorrow is the day of my abortion. I went for my appointment on Friday by myself as the young boy couldn't get up early enough to make the 8 am appointment.
I spoke the the social worker who ask a few questions to see how serious your decision is and how you will cope with the aftermath.
Then a nurse comes in and explains the procedure completely. Here's how it goes. You show up take some motrin to help with the cramps. The doctor see you, you sign a consent form then he gives you some medicine that starts the dilation of the cervix. You go back to the waiting room. They call you in 20 minutes. You go into the procedure room where you get a choice to have the IV sedation, you are awake but drugged up so you're not sure what's going on and the social worker says this acts as kind of a memory blocker for the actual procedure. You get up in the on the table the doctor dilates your cervix and suctions out the baby. This part only take 5-7 minutes. They take out the IV you go to the recovery room and have gingerale and cookies then leave about 20 minutes after this. You bleed like your period with cramps for 7-10 days.
After this the nurse went over the complications that can happen, torn cervix, perforated uterus, infection and told me what to watch out for. Then she took blood and gave me written instructions for everything and sent me on my way.

They were all very nice at the women's clinic and understanding.
The young boy is going to go with me and hang out with me after the abortion as you're not supposed to be alone in case you start bleeding and pass out I guess.
I have post abortion counseling set up with the social worker a week after the abortion.
I was doing ok with this on the weekend but am starting to get nervous and freaking out a little now.
I think I will call the young boy and see if he will stay here tonight as I don't think it would good to be all alone thinking of all of this over and over all night long.