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'What Do You Mean, It Jammed': A Harrowing Journey to IUD City

On Monday evening at about 5:20 I was wearing a cream-colored sweater and nothing else, lying back on a medical table with my feet in stirrups, breathing like my 80-pound dog when she's having a stress dream. Between my legs was a young and pretty OB/GYN with a short blonde ponytail and an air of capable kindness.… »1/08/15 4:26pm1/08/15 4:26pm