There she is . . . ain't she a bute!
Today, I embarked on a new, frightening, and yes painful journey. The beauty of it is that it was the
last time I will have to go down this road. The time for my
Hysterosalpingogram (HSG) had arrived.
Last night I laid in bed tossing and turning . . . I believe it was after 2:30am by the time I finally passed out. I was nervous, anxious, excited. . . and terrified. Was ONE Xanax
really going to be enough???
During the night I awoke several times, for the first time hoping that my day off would come to an end so that this could all be behind me.
But before I knew it, the alarm was sounding and I had to drag myself into the cold shower. Yea, I figured I'd be considerate and shave my legs for the people that were going to put me in excruciating pain. Why not?
Around 9:30am my 'DH' as they call 'em on the chats (Darling Husband) took me to a much welcomed breakfast. I had a combo of blueberry flax pancakes and french toast. Sat really well with the 2 cups of joe, 2 alieve, and my one
lonely Xanax.
We arrived at the hospital bellies full of food and butterflies, following the "blue dots" all the way to Radiology. Once there we were greeted by the extremely nice nurses and staff. I went in and changed into three layers of this crazy robe-like thing with three sleeves. (Thankfully, there was a diagram on the wall that showed me how to put the darn thing on).
Okay. . . questions asked. . . yes it will hurt. . . no I can't get another Xanax. . . balloon inflates. . . watch the TV screen . . .look at the dye shoot into your innards where it doesn't belong. . .
. . . . Oh yes. . . the doctor is stuck with another patient. . . and 'No.' we don't know how long it will take. . . CRAP.
Two magazines later, I'm finally called back. (Pretty sure that itty, bitty, Xanax has worn off--so I took two more Alieve).
I walk into a room with the big table with X-ray hovering over me. Lay down and prepare to be violated.
(Note: from here out I'll spare you the details. The short version is below). . . .
Things in my cervix and uterus that SHOULD NOT BE.
Inflate that thing even bigger now--that part SUCKS.
Not shoot 5,000cc's of clear x-ray liquid into your tubes . . .at this point you say, "F the TV monitor!!!!"
Then, as soon as it began it's over.
My husband was surprised to see me back so soon. . . complete with my schnazzy CD of X-Ray pics!
Verdict: All tubes clear. WoOoOoOo HoOoOo!!!
What's next?: Coming soon . . . .
