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.