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TIFU- Plz murder my nonexistent baby

TIFU So, similarly to my last post here, I will preface this with my fear of doctors. I hate going to the doctor's office, and it usually makes me very nervous. When I get nervous, I tend to just word vomit and spew stupid crap. Here we go:

So I recently had an unfortunate concussion. I was working as a nanny and fell off a play structure. I had previously had brain bleeding with my last concussion, so they wanted to do an MRI on me just to make sure nothing was seriously wrong. They gave me some pain meds (Ativan, I want to say) and then I was sent to the MRI. I was pretty loopy from the meds by this time, so I was making jokes with the nurse. I was so doped up that I literally had to be wheeled into the room so I wouldn't get too dizzy. She asked me a few questions before I sat down for screening:

"Is there any possibility that you could be pregnant?"

"I don't think so" I replied

"Well we need you to be sure, because if you are pregnant it could harm, or even kill your baby"

And as I climbed onto the MRI machine, I replied, "Well in that case doc gimma a double shot of this shit cause if I am pregnant I don't want to be".

She sat there stunned, and just went back to start the machine. Did not get a double shot though. FML.

TL;DR: asked a nurse to hit me with double radiation to kill a potential unborn baby

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