The Unconscious Journey - Kristina Laurentz (classic literature books .txt) 📗
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but before she comes in I need to give you some medicine.” she said as she turned to get a tray full of little paper cups.
“What is this medicine for?” I asked, even thought I was pretty sure of the answers she was about to give me.
“Well,” she paused for a second “there are antibiotics to cover a whole slew of things and a pill to prevent pregnancy…” I cut her off in mid-sentence.
“I do not want a pill to prevent pregnancy. I know I am pregnant by the man who raped me. I want this baby. So, no pill.” I said with much determination.
“Honey, you don’t understand. Raising a child that was conceived in this way will be a constant reminder of your attack. You will end up resenting the baby. I have seen it one too many times. It is better for you to just take the pill. It will help you to forget,” she said. I know her intentions were good, but I was not taking that pill.
“I am not everyone, I am me and I know this child has a purpose. While I was unconscious, I met God. He said that this child and I have a purpose. The journey I took was wondrous. Everything became so clear. So, I am not taking that pill,” I explained.
The nurse had a very confused look on her face. She opened her mouth to speak then immediately closed it. “I know it is strange, but I think I actually believe that you went on a “journey”. I hear and see a lot of crazy things in my line of work, but you are so calm. Your entire demeanor has changed from what it was when you first arrived. It must have been some journey! Take these other pills and I will go get the officer to take your statement,” she said with a bewildered look as she hurried out the door.
The officer came in a few moments later. “Would you like to make a statement? Anything you can remember, anything at all, will be helpful. Just relax, close your eyes, and start from the beginning.” the officer said with such compassion. “How are you feeling, are you okay to do this?” she asked.
I said, before I went into the whole account of my attack, “I feel violated, and dirty, but not ashamed. I feel…hope.”
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“What is this medicine for?” I asked, even thought I was pretty sure of the answers she was about to give me.
“Well,” she paused for a second “there are antibiotics to cover a whole slew of things and a pill to prevent pregnancy…” I cut her off in mid-sentence.
“I do not want a pill to prevent pregnancy. I know I am pregnant by the man who raped me. I want this baby. So, no pill.” I said with much determination.
“Honey, you don’t understand. Raising a child that was conceived in this way will be a constant reminder of your attack. You will end up resenting the baby. I have seen it one too many times. It is better for you to just take the pill. It will help you to forget,” she said. I know her intentions were good, but I was not taking that pill.
“I am not everyone, I am me and I know this child has a purpose. While I was unconscious, I met God. He said that this child and I have a purpose. The journey I took was wondrous. Everything became so clear. So, I am not taking that pill,” I explained.
The nurse had a very confused look on her face. She opened her mouth to speak then immediately closed it. “I know it is strange, but I think I actually believe that you went on a “journey”. I hear and see a lot of crazy things in my line of work, but you are so calm. Your entire demeanor has changed from what it was when you first arrived. It must have been some journey! Take these other pills and I will go get the officer to take your statement,” she said with a bewildered look as she hurried out the door.
The officer came in a few moments later. “Would you like to make a statement? Anything you can remember, anything at all, will be helpful. Just relax, close your eyes, and start from the beginning.” the officer said with such compassion. “How are you feeling, are you okay to do this?” she asked.
I said, before I went into the whole account of my attack, “I feel violated, and dirty, but not ashamed. I feel…hope.”
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Publication Date: 11-16-2009
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