I didn't sleep but an hour the night before because It took my boyfriend forever to get to the house that I was watching. I had to be at the clinic at 8am and It was at least two hours away. The ride there we smoked a blunt, and listened to music and such. I tried to stay calm as possible. I was really relieved the day was here. We pulled into the parking lot and the first thing that I see is a man shouting with a sign just off the property. Protesters. I knew they would be there. There were three. The guy behind us had a van parked just off the road. It had pictures of dead babies all over it. Not actual abortions probably, just graphic shit to make you feel bad. He had a large sign inviting you into his creepy van to get an ultrasound. There was also a group of woman with a sign with other options and trying to give flowers to people. We sat in the car and a very tall woman with dark skin and short blonde hair, in a security uniform came up and told us she would check us in and took our ID's. Then she came back, gave them back, and told us to wait. A bunch more girls showed up, with there drivers and boyfriends and such. They gave all the drivers name tags that said "DRIVER" on them. We stood around getting yelled at by the first protester, some gospel bullshit. Girls pushed past him to stand around. The man with the creepy ass van started taking pictures of us, which we were then informed was apparently legal as they had tried to stop it before. I put up my hood. Fucking asshole.
We go inside and go up a couple flights of stairs and all stand in a long line where they give us a folder with a bunch of paperwork to fill out. We all go in a room with some clipboards and pens and do that, and hand it to the receptionist. Then we all wait in this giant waiting room. I don't know how many girls. Maybe 25? I don't know, I'm bad at estimating. There was a TV on in the middle, but It was hard to see and something stupid was on, I can't even remember what It was honestly. Everyone was just talking in hushed tones to there drivers. There were so many different girls in there. It made me feel better to know that. A girl got up and threw up in the bathroom which we were sitting by. Just made me more nervous.
They call you back Four times before you get the call to go downstairs for the actual abortion. First you get taken back for the ultrasound, which is not fun cause stick in the vagina. This is to find out how far along you are and to confirm the pregnancy. I was only about 5-6 weeks. There wasn't even a heartbeat. The tech sounded shocked, like that doesn't happen often. It looked like a spot to me. I asked to keep the picture. That might be weird, but It's something I experienced. The second time you get your blood taken to see whether you are + or -, because the drugs they give you affect you differently accordingly or something of that nature, I have + blood which isn't effected so I didn't care. They had to do it anyway. So they prick your finger and test it. I'm pretty sure they test you for meth too. I began to debate with the phlebotomist about whether I need the "relaxation medication" or not and this girl sitting in a chair looks at me and goes "Get the meds, because I can't..." I laughed and was silently thinking about how yes, I wanted the meds. Next they take you to what they call a counseling session, but it was totally a psychiatric evaluation. Basically they want to make sure that you fully understand what you are doing. They don't want to be liable for some high ass bitch coming in there, aborting there baby, and then somehow blaming them. I get It. It was still super weird. They had me listen to a prerecorded CD and initial that I hadn't been on Meth, or a bunch of other stuff, and that I understood what I was doing, again. The lady was really nice though. She totally recognized the fact that I was an intelligent human being and was joking with me about stuff. The last thing that you do before going downstairs is get the IV port put in if you are getting the relaxation medication. I decided I was, so I got that put in my hand, which there is still a bruise from. That was not pleasant. Then I finally went downstairs. I waited in a smaller waiting room for a little while with my boyfriend and then he had to leave me, which I didn't like. We kissed goodbye and I got taken through the recovery room which was full of half passed out girls in reclining dental looking chairs with heating pads attached to them. There was one girl who was very much awake, very pale and did not look good at all. She was the same girl who told me she couldn't have the medicine. Thank god I was. I was then handed a purple bag with a sheet and told to go in one of the long line of changing rooms and wrap up in it from the waste down, and have a seat. There were 4 other girls in the room with me. I changed and went to the corner and plugged in my phone. Everyone was quiet at first, which they had been all day. I was trying not to be nervous, fiddling on my phone, and then one of the girls said something. I said something back, we all started talking. They told me the reason the girl I had looked so bad in there is because she was on Meth in the last 72 hours and couldn't have the pain meds. Then we all talked about how far along we were. They were all at about 10 weeks. They were all very nice, and I think we all made each other laugh It was something we all needed at that time. Comfort, knowing we weren't alone. They called the first girl back. Then me. A nurse that had bright red hair and glasses took me back. I had seen her earlier and hoped I would have her. You get on this medical chair/table thing and put your feet in stirrups, and then they tell you It's time for the medication. In my IV it goes, and they tell me to count back from 60, I got to 30...then I felt it alright. Next they give you a shot in your cervix. Then the abortion. They take what looks like a very skinny clear tube and literally suck it out. That did hurt. You know what it feels like when you are having sex and the guy goes to deep and It hits you deep and cramps? Its like that. Only worse, and It happens over and over. But then Its over. It was not the worst pain I've ever felt. I don't much remember the trip to the recovery room. I think there was a wheelchair involved. I came to in one of those big chairs, and put on the heating pad. Then they gave me crackers and had me take and antibiotic. They then switched me to a regular chair and had me sign something and get my prescriptions. I went with her to find my boyfriend, and then we left.
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