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though she visited the doctor just in case.
The doctor was a small frail looking man, with a tight skin that fitted
him like a scrubbed plastic glove. His soft clammy hands had made her shiver
uncontrollably when he had run them over her bare abdomen as Sue had described
her symptoms.
After a cursory examination, the doctor had asked a few seemingly
meaningless questions about her periods that left her a little bewildered. He
didn't think she was pregnant did he? The mere thought was laughable, not only
was she on the pill but she hadn't slept with anyone in months, almost a year.
The idea of pregnancy didn't cross her mind again. Sue lay stiffly on the
examination table made up with crisp white sheets that almost crackled beneath
her and rested her head on the small pillow.
The doctor took her pulse, holding Sue's hand limply in his clammy paw,
checked her blood pressure and then asked her to untuck her blouse. Sue tried
not to shudder as the doctors clammy hands slid over her abdomen again.
Pressing here, tapping there.
"All right Miss Clarke." Did he emphasise the 'Miss? ' Sue wondered as he
withdrew his hands and stepped away so that Sue could tuck in her blouse and
slip off the table.
She watched the doctor mince around his desk with an action that reminded
her more of a dog than any human she'd ever seen.
"Woof!" A dog barked an affirmative reply somewhere close and Sue allowed
herself a secret smile.
Sue watched the doctor scribble something on a form as she straightened
her clothing and sat in the chair across the other side of the desk.
"There isn't to be anything to be unduly worried about," the doctor had
begun with a smile. "It's a good idea to get some tests done just to be sure,"
he had added handing over the form. "If you see the nurse outside, she'll
look after you."
Sue found herself unable to ask the questions she had been meaning to.
Instead she stood passively as the doctor opened the door and showed her out
of his surgery wondering where the dog was.
That had been two days ago.
This morning the doctor's receptionist had rung asking Sue to return to
the surgery as her test results had returned from the lab.
Sue was a little surprised to find that the doctor wanted to see her
again. She had thought all she would need was a tonic of some kind, a few
pills from the chemist and 'she'd be right!'.
She began to worry that she had contracted some fatal disease, cancer,
aids even. Sue didn't have much time to run through the whole gamut of
possibilities as the nurse ushered her into the doctor's office.
The doctor had risen as she entered with this congratulatory smile on his
face and motioned Sue to sit.
Surely there wasn't anything seriously wrong she thought but the doctors
first words confused her.
"I'm pleased to confirm your pregnancy Miss Clarke."
Sue sat bolt upright in her chair, hands clenched at her side, unable to
speak for a moment.
"How?" She gasped, not meaning to speak aloud.
"Surely you realise that contraceptives aren't entirely infallible?"