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We showed up yesterday morning speechlessly nervous and were quickly guided into The Back Room .
Room number 1.
The adorable Pin Up nurse who had been my nurse during retrieval told me to take my pants off and hop up on the exam table. My bladder was fuller then comfortable as requested. I nearly asked to let some out, but, if the Dr was going to be right in, no problem.
I could make it.
I hopped up on the exam table sans pants and stared at the door. The sign on back of the door was an outline of the floor pointing to the nearest exit. Large letters across the top stated “Evacuation Plan.”
After 15 minutes of of waiting for the Dr, I was starting to devise my own evacuation plan. It involved the trash can in the corner.
We also started assuming that they were standing outside the door ro sham bowing to decided who had to come in and tell us the bad news. I started to picture myself, sitting there pants-less, bladder busting, while they told me that there was nothing left to transfer.