Don't get me wrong I'm not an android, no matter how often I wish I was.
The period immediately surrounding my abortion I stayed home and once called up my how do you put it? accomplice at one in the morning and demanded that he come stay the night, his 8am meeting be damned. But, swimming in hormones and Valium, I didn't say why: because my roommate wasn't home and I never would have survived that night if I'd had to spend it alone.
But after that, I'd had it. I hadn't left my house in almost a week, and was getting increasingly fearful of the outside world. So I changed out of my pajamas, pronounced myself cured, and went back to work. I chanted "I'm fine, I'm fine" to so many people I almost believed it myself. Two days later I woke up with a flu so bad I couldn't get out of bed for a full week. I think it was then that I started to get the message.