Of Speculums, Morning-After Pills, and Lobbying the Legislature

Last night I was watching the news and they ran a piece about the state Majority Leader's proposal to require hospitals to offer emergency contraception to rape victims. It's appalling to me that this even has to come to legal requirements--it's just the right thing to do. Women who don't want it for their own personal reasons don't have to take it, but anyone who has just experienced such horrific violation shouldn't have further control over their bodies taken away. As for the people who call it abortion, I would suggest some remedial biology courses, focusing on female anatomy and the reproductive system.

Anyway, I didn't come here to discuss the pathetic state of affairs in which women have to fight tooth and nail to have some ownership of their bodies and reproduction. In the news coverage of this last night, they had a brief interview with a nurse from Planned Parenthood, herself a rape victim who testified about the intense further trauma she suffered waiting to find out if she had become pregnant as a result of her attack. It was the same nurse who did my annual exam last year, which was probably the worst exam I've ever had. She was snotty, she jammed the speculum in (which makes an already delightful experience a veritable picnic at the beach), and she demonstrated a total lack of interest in addressing any questions I had. I got a prescription for birth control pills, and she told me she'd also give me a dose of emergency contraception so I'd have it as back-up, but neglected to mention I'd be charged an extra $50 for this back-up I didn't really need or want. Annual exams are not the easiest thing to go through when you have a nice doctor or nurse, but when they're assholes, it can be quite upsetting. I did not care for her.

Now, it's kind of strange to me that someone who has been through something so awful could do such a crappy job in such a vulnerable setting, and it makes me sort of wonder why she's in this field of work. Maybe she would have been nicer if I had been raped, and maybe that's why she does this, to provide care for victims and the rest of us are just sort of a nuisance. It's hard to say. Regardless, I'm thankful that I'll have health insurance in another three weeks and won't have to put up with care providers who seem to hate their jobs.

Snowfall, or spring..

It's been a lame winter. First not enough snow, then too much, and idiot neighbors who seem unaware of the fact that when a foot of heavy, wet snow has fallen, it is perhaps unwise to skip shoveling before you try and back out. And who also continue to make a ridiculous amount of noise with the piano-playing and constant singing and lack of understanding of the concept of "indoor voice", and maintain an unfortunate partiality to Billy Joel, and generally annoy the ever-loving shit out of us with their very presence. Five more months of this garbage, and I swear, if our little science experiment works, the hormones may break all sense of restraint and send me rushing downstairs with a board with a nail driven through it. See how cleverly I disguised that update?

Despite my low expectations, the flower shop job was not up to par. Perhaps I should have expected that my boss would be batshit. It's not really worth getting into all of it, other than to say that I was the 17th employee who has been hired and left within the past 18 months. I have a fairly promising interview on Monday, so we'll see what happens. I'm hoping to pull in a couple of doula clients on a part-time basis, too. We're also planning on a move to Ashland in August of '08, and I'll be going to school for nursing up there, and I'm so goddamn excited. I never, ever saw myself as a small-town girl, and I don't think Kevin ever thought he'd wind up in the rural northwoods, either, but we're both really looking forward to it.

I'm making orange rolls right now, for brunch with Em tomorrow, and they're not rising properly. Nothing I bake ever rises properly. I'm suspecting that the whole "rise" thing is a whole lot of Yeast Industry propaganda.