Holy shit, Aimee. That is beyond awful, and I really hope complains are filed and hell is raised.
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh man. I can't believe barbarians like that are still allowed to "practice". Wish my OB-GYN grandpa was still around because I'd ask him what the recourse is. He'd be all over that.
Just so you know, I'm going to bookmark this for next week.
Note to self: Watch out for the wrath 'o Perkins next week when lounging around in bed because campus is shut down and I'm forced -- forced I tell you! -- to stay home.
Aimee, I hope the almost lawyer gets him good.
Aimee, you were totally here with me. The. Whole. Day. Should the jackhole doctor turn up dead or missing several limbs.
P.S. Harvey just insistently climbed up to my arms and began purring his ultra-loud purr. I believe he is attempting to send comforting vibes to Aimee and her friend.
Thanks, Wind.
Oh, Aimee. My word, your poor friend. She was fairly far along too, wasn't she? I mean, at some point fetal material is very much baby body parts. I can't imagine how she's getting through this.
She was at the end of her 9th week.
Oh, thank goodness for small favors. For some reason, I thought she was in her fifth month. I do not mean to imply this would be any less difficult for her. I just thought the physical realities of the pregnancy were different.
I have skipped, but I sense there should be a ((Aimee's Friend)).