I’m receiving IV infusions for my migraines this week. The drugs are dangerous for little peanuts growing inside of pregnant women. So, they always run a pregnancy test before starting, just in case. I’ve been through this process before.
This morning, this is how it went down:
Nurse Person: How old are you? Do you need a pregnancy test?
Me: Yes. I’m capable of becoming pregnant.
My first thought is, Oh she must think I’m young. Then, I realize I don’t look that young; I don’t look 12. Oh God, does she think I look post-menopausal? How old do I look? I’m hoping neither 12 or 52.