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#I’m going to get a snow jacket (puffy jacket) a trench coat with removable lining and a wool coat
seravph · 2 years
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moving from sunny Southern California to Long Island n I’m looking at coats i have 2 learn so much about warm weather clothing . Any1 have any tips
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sophisticateddesign · 6 years
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Unfunny Valentine
INVOLVED: Mercedes Jones & Dr. Aldon Schriock
TIME FRAME: Wednesday, February 14th, 2018.
Location: Aldon Schriock Office Atlanta, Ga.
NOTES: Trigger warning : Talk of abortion
Whoever invented fluorescent light, should be burned, shot, drawn and quartered. At least that was Mercedes assertion. She pushed her Prada shades back up the bridge of her nose as they marched down the hallway, her headache intensified by the glare. “Tough morning?” Gretchen asked, noting the woman hadn’t removed her shades. Mercedes grinned. “Not at all…” She lied, eyes fixed a head of her.  No one really wanted to hear your problems. Not in a one-minute walk down a overly bright hallway. Asking was Gretchen’s failed annoying attempt at small talk. “We might be getting more snow before this winter is over.” Mercedes said, hugging herself with a little shiver. Gretchen’s face lit up, “We even managed to make an actual snowman.” She laughed before chattering on. That was easy. Mercedes had learned long ago if you let people talk about themselves, you didn’t have to entertain them. She had bigger concerns now. Her fees for the procedures had been paid out of pocket and she was physically fine. So, why was she here? The pregnancy test was still a week away. They stopped in front of Dr. Schriock’s door and the nurse knocked pushing it open, easing her head around the frame. “Ms. Jones is here to see you.”  
Dr. Schriock flipped through the case file, pouring over page after page. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the IUI they performed on Ms. Jones.  Except for the last page.  The last page told the story, there had been a mix up. The clouds were swirling around the older man’s head, there was a shit storm coming.  A mistake of this magnitude was rare. Handle properly it was bad but not career ending. But the idiots had waited to tell him. ‘Damn them!’ He thought grinding his teeth.  In his career the mix up had only happened twice before.  Both in his early days, neither the sperm of a billionaire. He looked up from the file, rubbing his temples. “Yes?” He said, face twitching at yet another foolish nurse's interruption.  “Oh, yes show her in. Don’t keep her waiting.” He said as he stood to his feet. ‘I’m surrounded by untrained fools.’ He thought shaking his head.  
Mercedes rolled her eyes at this exercise in stupidity. She tapped her foot, crossing her arms over her chest.  At the doctor’s word, she pushed pass the nurse entering the man’s office. She removed her sunglasses, sliding them into the pocket of her trench coat. “What is this about?” she said heart thumping against her rib cage. "Why did you need to speak to me?"  
Dr. Schriock swayed back as the woman barged into his office. “Ms. Jones, please.” Dr. Schriock said, taking his handkerchief from his pocket, he mopped it across his forehead. “Have a seat, please.”  He said gesturing towards the empty chairs in front of his desk. He stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket, eyeing the young woman. What he had heard this morning, spoke to trouble. Now seeing her puffy eyes and slightly disheveled appearance he had confirmation. She was frazzled. Maybe he could use that to his advantage. His face, dropped. “Ms. Jones.” He said, moving around his desk as the door clicked shut, “Is something wrong? He asked, lowering himself into the seat beside the woman.
Mercedes peered down at the chair, before tugging at the ties of her jacket, opening it. Her eyes never left the man as she sat, face tight in anticipation. She tucked her hair behind her ear, “It was a trying morning, but nothing I can’t handle.” She said, taking a deep breath.
Dr. Schriock knew what needed to be done, ‘poor girl’ he thought. She would be fine, he would see to it personally. However, under no circumstances was telling Mr. Evans an option. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t allow that to happen. “Are you sure Ms. Jones? This seems much deeper then office worries?” He reached out and took the young woman’s hand patting it warmly.
Mercedes softened, relaxing for the first time in hours. She closed her eyes for a moment, counting to ten. “It’s nothing." she said after a moment." Holidays give me the blues.” She confessed. “Thank you for your concern but I’m fine.” She repeated, squeezing his hand softly.  She liked Dr. Schriock. His kindness was the deciding factor in why she chose his practice.
Dr. Schriock leaned forward, listening to the young woman's confession. “The holidays are hard on most people.” He said, offering her a warm, fatherly smile. “Remember, no matter how lonely it seems you are never really alone.”
Mercedes had heard that advice to many times to count. She drew her lips into a thin line and nodded despite her belief to the contrary. She was alone. “Thank you.”  She smiled, “I appreciate your kind words. Truly, but I'd feel much better if you explained why it was so urgent for me to come down here today?” He said still patting the back of her hand.
“Yes, yes.” Dr. Schriock said, flustered.  “Some disheartening information has been brought to my attention.” He said, signing with every word he spoke.  “My dear, there was a mix up in the lab and I regret to inform you that we used the wrong specimen during your procedure.”
“What?” Mercedes asked, hand going to her stomach.  She spent so much time picking out the proper donor. She could see the baby in her eyes, milk chocolate brown skin, plump juicy cheeks, that dimpled when the newborn smiled. She pulled her hand from his in astonishment. “This must be a mistake?”
“I wish it wasn’t true, but we are positive.”  Dr. Schriock reached over his desk retrieving her file. “It’s an unfortunate situation. However, we have already prepared the proper prescription for you. In addition, we also began setting up your next round of insemination appointments. -completely free of charge of course.” He said glancing towards her. He stood rounding his desk, sitting back in his chair. He brought out a few forms and laid them on the edge of the desk closed to Mercedes. “I know this is hard, but your results this time were so positive, I'm sure our next attempt will be flawless. If you just sign here, and here.” he pointed to tiny tabs marking the spots, “We can proceed.” He pulled two bottles from his jacket pocket sitting them on the desk as well.
Mercedes slumped forward, a violent wave of nausea coming over her. She heaved but nothing came up. Well, nothing from her throat. A new crop of tears cascaded down her face. “Everything was perfect.” She said, hand covering her full lips. Her mind whirled as she turned this new set back into devastation. Another, grave to lay flowers on in her mind. She sat there, inhaling and exhaling deeply for a moment, trying to regain her wits. She shoved all emotion away for the moment, going into business mode. She would crumble into a heap if she didn't. Her teeth clenched, and she moved forward on her seat to the forms the Dr. Schriock had set before her.  “What are those?” She asked, nodding towards the bottles.
“It the abor…” Dr. Schriock coughed, “These pills will ensure that your womb is clear. So, we can begin the next round of IUI preparations.” He said, turning the corners of his lips down. “Will give you one now. And in 24 hours you’ll take the next. Then on Monday you’ll come in and we’ll give you a complete physical." He said.  This was a tapestry of bullshit. She was 4 days away from being able to take a proper pregnancy test.  Still, he wanted to avoid using the word abortion at all cost.
Mercedes shook her head, before scrubbing her hands down her face again. She looked across the desk and narrowed her eyes at the doctor. “I am not signing anything.” She said flatly. “I need time to think this through.” getting to her feet, she snatched the pill bottles from his desk. "I assume I can take these myself at home?” She turned the bottles in her hand reading the labels clearly marked with her name. She sniffed and shoved the bottles in to her coat pocket then removed her shades sliding them on to her round face. “You are not doing me any favors doctor. You and I know this is clearly… utterly and completely your fault.  You are damn right you’re going to pay for my future visits.  As a matter of fact!" She said leaning across his desk, "I expect a FULL REFUND on this procedure.” She moved to the door yanking it open, I expect that refund by tomorrow morning. She marched from his office hand clutching the bottles in her pocket, coat flapping wildly behind her.
‘That could have gone better.” Dr. Schriock thought, hand scrubbing his face. He pressed the intercom button, “Jenna, I need…” He said, sighing. “I need you to get my attorney in for a consultation today. Also, get me Mr. Evans contact information." He had gambled but had no idea if he’d won or lost. Whichever way the bet fell though he needed to be prepare
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