Phoebe
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Location | United States |
| Introduction | This is a story about Phoebe, that's me. It all started about two and a half years ago. I've been felt up, shot up, knocked up, knocked down and all sorts of mean and nasty things. I've tolerated inspecting, detecting, and injecting every single part of me, and leaving no part of my reproductive organs untouched. At our IVF consult, the Nurse came over to my husband and I, had some paper in her hand, held it up and said; "Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna- let-you-know-the-details-of-your-IVF-number-of-times-you'll-shoot-up- and-any-other-kind-of-thing-we-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about- your-cycle", and talked for forty-five minutes and we didn't understood a word that she said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the syringes and needles, and I filled out the infertility massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it down there, just like it was, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words: "KID, HAVE YOU BLOGGED ABOUT YOURSELF?" |