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Well, the sonogram is negative. For what?! A fetus? Cancer? Michael Jackson's nose? I mean, seriously. What did you even look for? And you have nothing else you can tell me but that? Call back in the morning? Are you fucking joking? I'm sitting here, as I have been since Friday, trying not to have a complete breakdown, and the best you can do is tell me that "it's negative"? What the fuck? You're a doctor! I expect something a little more medically termed than, "It's negative." Again, what is it negative for? Were you just checking for a fetus? Were you checking for tumors, excess endometrium buildup, cysts, anything? I just...stabbing. I want there to be a stabbing. Because now, all I know is that there's an absence of something in my uterus. That's just fucking grand. I could have guessed that there was an absense of something. I know that Jesus isn't hanging out in my girl-parts. Give me a little more in the way of specifics, please.
And call back in the morning? Are you mad? You expect me to even be able to tell what morning is? I've been freaking out for 3 days. I haven't slept for more than an hour or so at a time, and even then, it's that shitty sleep where all you do is have freaky dreams. The last 24 hours have taken up the span of 8 weeks. Call back in the morning. What the fuck is wrong with you people?! Bedside manner = failsauce. I need to stop going to people who use Brooks as their main hospital/testing facility.