My wife had a D&C after a miscarriage earlier this year. Luckily, our state isn't as shitty as others, but the surgery was still labeled an abortion, and they made her answer a bunch of questions like it was a choice and not that our baby was dead for a month before the 12 week ultrasound. And the shitheel front desk woman lied to us and said that no one could be back there with her (obviously not in surgery, but I wasn't even able to be back in the waiting area with her pre or post op), because that woman was a religious fruitcake and "didn't agree with the procedure"
We raised some serious hell after finding that out and took it up through their patient advocate. It went up to the hospitals board and they issued an apology, which meant fuck all, and I think that woman was fired.
I don't understand why people want to be involved in anyone else's lives. I get it if you personally don't agree with abortions, but that's your choice. You don't get the right to decide what someone else does with their own fucking body. The kicker is that most people don't even realize that a D&C after a miscarriage is the same exact procedure and is classified the same. Excuse the fuck out of me if I don't want my wife to die from sepsis or have to sit around for another 1-2 months with a dead fetus inside of her waiting for it to possibly discharge naturally. That whole experience was awful enough and she wanted it to be over as soon as possible.
Fuck your religious beliefs. Apply them to yourself, no one else should bend over to appease your stupid sky fairy bullshit.
My joints hurt. I'm around 30, and I beat the shit out of my body through my late teens-mid twenties. My joints feel like they're about 20 years older than the rest of me some days. Fun experiences for the most part, but I'm paying for those minor injuries piling up over the years.