![]() The image showed three babies, only I was pregnant with one. They asked again about my back, implied I had eaten something “bad” for me and begrudgingly, finally decided to do an ultrasound. He glared at me and said that if I wasn’t quiet he would leave and I would not get any pain relief. By the end of three days, my butt still hurt and I had not slept more than fifteen minutes straight in almost seventy hours. I tried that for all the next day and part of another. The nurse said it was probably constipation. Just behind the butt muscle and off a bit to the side. When the doctor arrived, he explained that I was probably just too fat and that spotting was normal and he sent me home. ![]() The nurse looked alarmed, about the chair, and eventually ushered me back. After I had bled through the nice chair in the waiting room, I told my husband to ask them again if perhaps I could be moved to a more private area. ![]() That day I sat in the waiting room for thirty minutes, after calling ahead and reporting my condition when I arrived. ![]()
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