Saturday, April 02, 2005

Yesterday I went to meet a potential family doctor. He was strange, but likeable in a sense. But more strange, definitely. He suggested that at this phase in my life I might want to consider having my tubes tied. That he doesn't really see children in my future and instead of messing around with birth control, I may want to consider surgery. He caught me completely off-guard. It was the first time anyone ever verbally insinuated that I am withering fruit on the vine. I am 32. I am upset.


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