So, we are finally getting back on the roller-coaster after a nice break away.
Last week I had my mid-cycle scan & immunes whilst my Partner gave his sperm sample for analysis.
I expected to be nervous as I was concerned my left Ovary would have another endometrioma or would be heavily scarred but instead I was strangely relaxed.
We entered the ARGC a little early and queued for reception. I filled in the wait list with my name and patient number and we took a seat in the waiting area. It wasn’t long before we were called back to reception where we were given the slips for our tests and made the payment for that days tests. We were then handed our file which had a giant floor two sign on the front.
So up we went to a little room on the second floor where one of the Doctors was waiting to do my scan.
It was the usual elegant affair, legs akimbo with the giant wand scanning my insides, finding my uterus and then each ovary in turn.
The uterus looked good, lining a healthy thickness. The right ovary looked fine, not as cysty as I remember. Then the left. And there it was, staring back at me like a beady eye.
“There’s your dominant folical, on the left ovary” the doctor pointed out.
“I know.” I replied.
“How do you know?” She asked.
I couldn’t reply. I didn’t want to be rude or come across as a knowitall. The voice inside screaming “I can probably read these things as well as student nurse after the number of these I’ve had!!”
Instead, questions, answers, looking good.
So off we tootled, blood test slips in hand to the clinic on Harley Street.
20 mins later, 11 viles of blood and a urine sample lighter, we went to grab some breakfast before the boyfriend gave his sample.
We arrived at the clinic on Great Portland Street a little early but it was empty so he paid and was in quickly.
What seemed an eternity later he came out. He was trying not to laugh.
He explained what had happened in the way to the tube. I can’t tell you, he’d never forgive me, so I’ll leave it to your imagination.
*Insert giggling Jo here*