I'm doing 22 things
Getting out my implant is slow going. I have been to the county department twice, both times getting the ‘we’ll call you’ answer. I tried the city department and the nurse was far more sympathetic, but still two days after she said she’d call and nothing. My mission for today is to not take no for an answer (or at least get a name for a place that will actually get it out).
The funny thing is it only took one call to get the implant in. Doctors (or nurse practitioners) are so drug happy, and this is a brand new birth control method that needed to be tested. I probably should have thought more about getting that birth control in before I did. All I was thinking about was the complete horror of having a child too soon and becoming my mother.
Sam and I didn’t want kids for a good 8 years. Sam has his law degree and I my psychology; and I never knew that the oppurtunity to be a surrogate mother would happen so soon.
But it is a easy problem to fix. Any doctor around could remove it, I just prefer the health department, because it’s where I had the procedure done. I only worry for Belinda, because she is so anxious.
My intended mother has been scammed before, and the wait is making her uncomfortable. So, I will do this today; today is the day if I have to get it out with a butterknife, myself.
