Bad. Good. Bad.

Bad: I stuck myself with a rusty nail yesterday.

Good: The doc let me take a blood test to see if I’m pregnant.

Bad: I’m not.

Good: I get a tetanus shot.

Bad: I’m more concerned about all my mid cycle pin-prick stabby-pains and bleeding. If they’re not pregnancy what the f*ck are they?

Good: I’m a more empathetic human now. I once made gossiped about a girl I knew who complained that she had to try for four whole months. I can no longer fault her. While she should not have whined in front of our veteran infertile friend, it sucks hairy ass balls to fail even one month.

Bad: I’m in denial. And a funk of no return.

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