Without further ado, let's see what's in store for Sara and Charlie and the baby they may have already lost .
I bit back a sob. “I understand, but I’d
really like a sonogram to be sure.”
“Go on about your business and if you’re
still cramping Tuesday, come into the walk-in clinic. After all, you’re just
ten weeks along.”
Too upset to talk anymore, I handed the
phone off to Charlie, slunk to the bedroom, and buried my head in the pillow. The next morning after
dropping the kids off at the on-post childcare facility, Charlie packed me into
our pink and purple Volkswagen Beetle – Pink Floyd edition and took me to the
Italian Emergency Room, or l’ospedale.
The nurse pulled us back first, before the
patients sitting in the strap-backed wheelchairs and through the jungle of glass bottles
that dangled from threatening IV poles that would have looked more at home in a
1960’s mental institution, and into a room no larger than a humble office with wood
paneling and magazine pictures of wolves taped onto the wall. A small exam table sat
off to the side, almost out of place amid the tangle of books and misbegotten
papers. The doctor, who hadn’t looked up from his work since we walked in,
mumbled something in Italian before turning around expectantly.
“Strip now,” the nurse translated brusquely, “waist
down.”
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Love it and can't wait to read more...my husband is from Italy. I could imagine this happening.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tamara <3 I loved living there, despite the obstacles life tossed our way (like balls in a batting cage!)
DeleteGreat details, right down to the doctor's attitude.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Ed. :-)
DeleteSounds like she's about to have a very unpleasant experience. Great, vivid details here!
ReplyDeleteThanks Christina! Yes, it was scary. Especially the woman having the heart attack in the waiting room . . . wailing and clutching her chest.
DeleteSara, what an awful time for you. I've been there. The snippet is written so well, I feel as if I'm right there.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Charmaine. Your weekly support means so much. I hate that you had to live through a miscarriage :-(
DeleteOh, how heartwrenching! And yes, I somehow doubt the hospital staff is going to make things any easier. Nice snippet (and I do hope everything turns out okay!!)
ReplyDeleteThank you lady! I appreciate the good thoughts :-)
DeleteI'm definitely in the moment with them and hoping for the best. Excellent excerpt.
ReplyDeleteThanks Veronica! :-D
DeleteThat's a bedside manner! Poor woman...
ReplyDeleteYes, in the next few snippets, we will have to compare and contrast the Italians to the American nurse :-)
DeleteThat must have been horrible, Sara. You really painted this scene. I was there with you. And I felt your emotions, too. Bad times...
ReplyDeleteGritty and so realistic. I would be horrified to be treated in such a fashion during such an intimate kind of examination. I'm a sexual assault survivor and I fear it would put me into quite a state.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is incredible, very intense and at the same time very believable. You are also very prolific, working on all these stories. My hat is off to you!
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