Ouch

I had the most delicious cup of Starbucks coffee today...ahhh....yum...pumpkin spice latte.

Back to reality, today was also confusing and hurt like hell.

Today was my saline infusion ultrasound. Which means that a speculum, a catheter, and a dildocam had a tea party inside of me. This would have been fine if one guest showed up as one was leaving, but nooooo...they all sat in there and chatted nicely. No, let me change that...they weren't chatting, they were screaming at the top of their lungs! Ouuuucccchhhh! I know that I have been told it hurts less than an HSG, but not that much less. It was still painful.

Of course, they placed what looks like those puppy pads used for house training a dog under my butt. Never a good sign. Then, there was one on the step, and on the floor. Just how much were we expecting to put in, much less come back out?! Dear Lord! Well, thankfully I had read up and knew what to expect, but boy was it a hoot for me and my mother (who dutifully held my hand the entire time,) to laugh at me with the "puppy pad" as a diaper of sorts. Fortunately, I didn't have a Niagara Falls effect. Just major cramps and a funny memory. Amen.

However, the worst part of today was the doc looking at me and saying he just wasn't sure what my anatomy looked like. So, three rendevous with the dildocam, a CT scan, two MRIs, an HSG, a pelvic ultrasound, and a saline infusion ultrasound...leads to them not having a clue whether I have a unicornuate uterus with a communicting horn or a bircornuate uterus with a noncommunicating rudimentary horn. Well, holy hell, those are two completly different animals!

So, after my date with the doc, he asked me to run and grab the slides from my MRI. Then, off we went to get them and dutifully bring them back to him. I guess I will just keep my fingers crossed that I can at least get a proper diagnosis soon.