I sat at a certain crappy hospital for seven and a half hours while bleeding through my pants. I was having a miscarriage, and after seven and a half hours of not seeing a doctor and being told I was next, I left to go get some rest.
I found out the next day.
A Big fuck you to everyone working at that hospital that night—except the nurse that brought me orange juice.
—Not gonna be a mom
This article appears in Mar 21-27, 2019.
Its not hard to figure out which hospital this is… Sorry for your Lose. #JustSaying
Sorry for your Loss