I opened the door expecting to find a bathroom, but what I saw instead was the same beautiful view of the jungle dropping away with the ocean beyond. This was only a shower room, if room it could be called. It was a platform cantilevered off the rear of the house with a low glass wall and a rainwater shower head. That’s it. Nothing else. We were standing in space looking out at his vista, but with whatever the vista held also looking back at us.
We were having a hard time having a baby and decided to try in vitro. After we went to the fertility guy he sent me to an ObGyn so he could examine me and get me started on medications, so I’d produce a lot of eggs to harvest. In my younger college years I always believed in abortion but thankfully never had a need for one. After the exam the doctor handed me a form to sign for “selective termination” if I got pregnant with more than two fetuses. I read it and felt utter revulsion for this man, and said I couldn’t sign it and they’d just have to only transplant two embryos each time.
He muttered, “You’ll feel differently after you go through this a few times.” I told him that it was simply ethically wrong for me to implant 6–10 embryos then just tell him to “terminate all but 1–2. I just couldn’t do it. Later in the first cycle I had severe ovarian pain. There’s a syndrome where they overstimulate the ovaries and they can get as big as a huge softball and that’s what I had. Basically it was a medical emergency. I was working full time and had my own practice, so I couldn’t just leave. I called him and told him about the intense abdominal pain and that I couldn’t physically stand up straight because my abdomen muscles were splinting so hard, and I’d been taking a half of a percocet every 4 hours to get through seeing pts.
He said, “If you think that hurts just wait til….” OMG I was so angry I would have hit him if it had been in person. He didn’t want to see another doctor telling him something was really wrong, who KNEW when something was seriously wrong! I made it through but told hubby I was never going back to that A hole (Mind you we had paid CASH up front in the days when insurance didn’t pay anything for such treatments, and it was a LOT) I hope he starved himself out of medicine. I told hubby to sue him if I died, and I NEVER thought I’d sue another doctor.
My father was a pretty stubborn old guy. He had live alone for more than 30 years and was always fiercely independent. More than once he brushed away his kids offers of assistance. After treatment for prostate cancer in his late 70’s he began to fail physically. My sister who lived 3 hours from him was trying to keep up on him but as she worked full time , and had a family, she was very stretched to see him more than once a week, sometimes longer.
I called him and was like, “What the hell?” He literally chuckled and said, “You like it?” Apparently he got his kicks from shocking his guests by not alerting them first. Being a guy, I was OK with showering there, and he assured us there were no inhabited properties behind his house that could see us through the jungle. That appeared to be true. The only other houses I could see were left and right, but around the corners. The view below was just trees. However, my girlfriend asked, “Is this the only shower?” To which he replied, “No, there’s a full bath at the other end of this hallway.”