We three went to the miscarriage clinic after a seven-week wait and they took some blood and ordered some tests and told us to come back in (GET THIS) five further weeks. They pooh-poohed the idea of doing extra tests now in case the basic ones don't show anything. They made nothing of the wait, of the time we've already waited. They had nothing to say. And the doctor was very fat and pink and his arms were short like pig trotters.
Doctors shouldn't be fat. It's disconcerting.
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