As I left the room, me and Steve exchanged glances but took it in our stride. This journey was so weird, nothing phased me.
After waiting for about 45 minutes in the seating area, a nurse called me through to a room where a trainee nurse sat and observed.
The nurse typically talked me through the method, asked me some health related questions and gave me a date.
Wait, what? A date? I was so confused by now and didn't understand why I was here afterall.
'The next available date is in the middle of June I'm afraid. But do not worry because you are still able to have the medical abortion at this stage.' Said the nurse matter-of-factly.
'I'm sorry, I don't understand. I was under the impression that I was having the procedure done here?' I asked, concerned.
The nurses turned to look at eachother, and the main nurse finally spoke, ' We don't perform abortions here. This is just to refer you.'
Now I was nnoyed. I had gone from surgery to surgery, appointment to appointment and had been referred for my abortion already. Or so I thought. Now this journey was much anticipated for nothing. I wouldn't be having the procedure for another month!
This was getting difficult.
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