I’m kind of freaking out right now…
Comments (4) I went to the sperm storage facility yesterday afternoon to make a ‘deposit’ (ahh, clinical language). The experience in and of itself was pretty awkward and uncomfortable, as the doctor wasn’t a very personable character and did little to make me feel at ease (or, indeed, make me feel like she at all cared about me as an individual). So already, this thing that I didn’t really want to do and had very mixed feelings about was an unpleasant experience. But I did it, I filled out the paperwork, and I got the hell out of there.
Then, last night, I got a call from the lab technician: there was no sperm in the sample. I was, to adpot a useful piece of slang, shooting blanks. And since my fear all along was that I’d have nothing to ‘deposit,’ I’m not horribly shocked, but am kind of freaking out.
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