Quoted from Box A Rox

There are some on this board who are working as hard as they can to make sure that women
go back to dying from abortions.

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Origin of MISOGYNY

Greek misogynia, from misein to hate + gynē woman — more at queen
First Known Use: circa 1656

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In Alabama, conservative pro-lifers faced a huge set back in their attempts to destroy Planned
Parenthood when U.S. District Judge Myron Thompson — no stranger to calling bullshit on
conservative antics — slapped down their attempt to defund the state’s health clinic. His contempt
for the people who wasted his and the court’s time with such an egregiously unlawful legal
maneuver was barely contained.

Over 66 pages, Judge Thompson’s ruling oozed disgust for the state’s audacious plan to pull the
wool over the court’s eyes. His conclusion? Alabama couldn’t identify a single legal reason why
they could or should cut funding to Planned Parenthood. He also noted that by attempting to
shut down the health clinics, Republican lawmakers were violating the “free-choice-of-provider”
provision of the Medicaid Act. Which is, of course, Alabama lawmakers’ whole goal.

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This isn't because I hated the IUD itself. In fact, IUDs are generally fantastic birth control options. They are effective, low risk, and can give women peace of mind about preventing pregnancy for years at a time.

These facts are what convinced me to opt for an IUD almost 10 years ago, soon after the birth of my first child.

Right before my IUD was inserted, I told my physician that I had a high pain tolerance but a rather low threshold for discomfort. I stopped using narcotic pain medication two days after the cesarean section that brought my first son into the world, and I never once asked for an epidural during the vaginal births of my second and third children​.

Thus, I didn't think that I'd need a local anesthetic for the insertion, but I wasn't opposed to using it if the experience became too intense for me. Yet very shortly into the procedure, I was begging for the drugs; anything to take away the pain.

Once my doctor was finished, I asked if I could lie on the table for a few seconds to gather myself. When I eventually stood up, I felt faint and nearly collapsed into the chair in front of me. I asked the doctor if that was normal, but the most I got from him was a condescending smile and a nod.


I went straight home from the procedure, having taken only Motrin for the pain. I had to crawl from my car to the front door.

Something wasn't right.

I called my parents — a nurse and a doctor — and they suggested that I call my doctor's office to let them know how much pain I was in. And so I did. I even let the nurse on the line know that I thought I might be bleeding a bit more than I was supposed to. I was told that some spotting was possible.

The nurse consulted with my physician, who suggested that I take a Motrin and report back if there were any further problems.

Thus began a series of phone calls to the doctor's office over the weekend. I called to report bladder spasms coinciding with the pain. I was prescribed antibiotics for a possible urinary tract infection. I called to report a dull, achy sensation that seemed to permeate the entirety of my abdomen. I felt general abdominal pain and discomfort, malaise, intermittent nausea, and sharper pains at different localized spots throughout my abdomen.

My concerns were brushed off with increasing exasperation from the doctor's office. I began to feel more like a pest than a patient.

Come Monday morning, about 72 hours after the procedure, I left the house for the first time since the IUD placement. I took slow and precarious steps from my car to the building where I taught an introductory philosophy class. The pain in my abdomen had taken on a radiating, reverberating quality that carried waves of nausea throughout my body.

In fact, the pain, the wooziness, and all the strange sensations I was experiencing made it nearly impossible for me to decipher a simple multiple choice quiz with my students. And so I looked at them, told them that class was canceled, and asked one of them to walk me to my car.

By the time I got home, I was feeling pain whenever I sat down. Walking caused discomfort in my rectum.

I made my fourth call to the doctor's office, and described the location and characteristics of this particular pain. That's when they finally asked me to come in for an evaluation. I had been prepared to go to the emergency room — at the behest of my parents — had my doctor ignored my concerns yet again.

Lying on the table, feeling exposed and vulnerable in my paper gown, I watched the sonographer conceal a look of shock as she rolled the transducer over my abdomen. She excused herself politely to retrieve the ob-gyn who was in the office that day, a different one than who had performed the insertion. When the doctor arrived in the room, she too looked at the ultrasound with barely masked concern. She didn't even explain to me what was wrong, she just asked me to put on my clothes and follow her into her office.

As far as they could tell, she explained, the IUD had perforated my uterus during insertion. What's more, it had migrated entirely outside of my uterus and, from what I was describing to them, was likely lodged between my bowels and my uterus. (My original doctor later speculated that I had felt the IUD as it migrated out of and around my uterus. This is likely what made me feel the "bladder spasms" that I reported to him on Saturday.)​

They scheduled me for laparoscopic surgery the next day.

It would be an understatement to say that the two doctors who were present for the surgery were relieved to see that the IUD had caused no other damage to my internal organs besides the tiny perforation through my uterus. They were also relieved to see no signs of abdominal infection, no signs of anything that could have compromised my health any further.

I was simply relieved that the doctors had finally listened to me.

As I reflect on this experience now, nearly 10 years after the fact, it isn't the perforation itself that was so traumatic and frightening. In fact, even before the insertion, I knew that IUD perforation was a relatively rare side effect, occurring in approximately 1 in 1,000 patients. I was willing to accept that risk.

What I still find traumatic and frightening, however, is that my doctors and nurses didn't listen to me the first, second, and third times I expressed my concerns to them. If they hadn't eventually listened, and if I hadn't been persistent, things could have been so much worse.

I've learned the value of a doctor or nurse with exceptional medical skills is exceedingly important.

But the value of a doctor or nurse who truly listens to their patients is priceless.

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Go back to the kitchen where they belong!!!

Quoted from bumblethru

Quoted from Box A Rox

Because for poor women (and in the USA minority women are over represented 'poor') Planned
Parenthood is the only health care many of these women have ever had.
For birth control,
For STD's
For UTI's
For pregnancy screening
For breast and Gyno exams...
And for safe abortion.

Quoted from 55tbird

free birth control is the sure fire way to :

1. reduce the amount of abortions
2. Save $$ social services/welfare money in the long run.

I can't see how anyone can call themselves a fiscal conservative and not be in support of this... it is a net gain no matter how you look at it.

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After a four month long investigation, the Planned Parenthood affiliate in Washington State has
been cleared of any allegations of wrongdoing or illegal activity. State Attorney General Bob Ferguson
announced on Monday that there is no evidence that Planned Parenthood performs so-called “partial-birth
abortions,” or that any of the clinics sell fetal tissue for profit.