I'm strangely getting a lot of enjoyment writing about that one time when my marriage fell apart, and I'll probably post another fun increment a little later today. In the meantime, can we talk about my uterus for a minute? I have something going on the day after tomorrow I'm a little nervous about.
Part of the long and involved IVF process is checking me out to make sure there's nothing blocked, broken, diseased or otherwise jacked up about my lady parts. I've already had an ultrasound (my first ever), which was pretty cool. The only thing they could see wrong then was that my ovaries are too small. Nice going, ovaries - I'll see you in hell. But that provided only a basic overview of my innards. Friday they'll be getting up close and personal.
The procedure is something I have yet to be able to pronounce; maybe you'll have better luck - a Hysterosalpingogram. The hell, right? Let's go with HSG for short and assume it means "Big Painful X-ray." I'm not too nervous, but it's definitely on my mind. They suggest taking 600mg of Ibuprofen beforehand and to have someone drive me home afterwards. That would be Brian's job, especially since it's happening two hours away from here.
Here's a Googled description: During an HSG, a dye is put through a thin tube that is put through the vagina and into the uterus. Because the uterus and the fallopian tubes are hooked together, the dye will flow into the fallopian tubes. Pictures are taken using a steady beam of X-ray as the dye passes through the uterus and fallopian tubes. The pictures can show problems such as an injury or abnormal structure of the uterus or fallopian tubes, or a blockage that would prevent an egg moving through a fallopian tube to the uterus. A blockage also could prevent sperm from moving into a fallopian tube and joining (fertilizing) an egg. An HSG also may find problems on the inside of the uterus that prevent a fertilized egg from attaching (implanting) to the uterine wall.
Hello? Any men left? No? Sorry about this. From here on out I promise I'll try to keep the gory medical details to a minimum. I guess I'm just asking for some internet love on Friday morning. Starting around 11:30 or so would be fantastic. While you're figuring out what to do for lunch or maybe plotting to sneak out of work to start the weekend early, I'd so appreciate if you pause for a minute and think of me getting dye shot up my vag and then having pictures taken of it. Okay, maybe not when you're thinking about lunch. But at some point; that would be swell.