it was a man

It was a man (because of course it was)
who told me that I was living at the height of medical achievement!
What could possibly be so wrong with women’s healthcare?
He implied I should be grateful.
But I was fresh off having my IUD yanked from my body after it had grown into the lining of my uterus
and
anchored
there.
Six feet away, the walls, my clothes folded neatly on a metal chair, were splattered with my blood, flung violently from my womb when the device finally gave way.
Take
Advil
they said.
Any woman who knows the word, ‘colposcopy’ or had her cervix scraped, her uterus ablated, or samples collected from her insides without so much as numbing gel
knows
this shit’s
messed up.
So of course it was a man who told me how good I had it.