Dear asshat from high school:
When a person is complaining about how a specialist, two different nurses AND two different pharmacists seem unable, working together, to get her the appropriate equipment to safely self-administer necessary but HIGHLY DANGEROUS medication, the correct response is not to blither on about how “a healthy baby is worth anything you have to do.”
Obviously, I want a healthy baby, and I don’t recall announcing that I was just going to give up on the heparin (although fyi, the BABY doesn’t need the heparin—if I throw a clot and die, at this point, they could probably safely deliver her anyway). What I also want is for a fucking stable of medical professionals to DO THEIR FUCKING JOBS AND GET ME SOME GODDAMN SYRINGES THAT DO NOT RANDOMLY JAM IN THE MIDDLE OF A DOSE, ARE NOT TOO LONG, AND HAVE A SMALL ENOUGH NEEDLE ON THEM TO A) EASILY PUNCTURE MY SKIN AND B) NOT LEAVE AN OPEN WOUND ONCE THEY’VE DONE SO.
So shut your fucking face, or I will come to your house and give you a shot with the equipment they HAVE given me. The one that jams might actually kill you! Isn’t that exciting! HEALTHY BABY.
