HSG report

We're going to skip the part where we left my lunch out of the fridge overnight and I woke Ezra up to yell at him about it, and the subsequent part where I had to choose between gassing up the car or getting a latte on the way to work, and also the part where I got pulled into a meeting about ten minutes before I had to leave to get to the HSG appointment on time, and escaped said meeting about twelve minues later, and finally the part where I got lost leaving work (new job site) and idn't get on the highway until long after I thought I needed to in order to get to my appointment on time.

We'll skip all those parts, even though I wrote them in my head already, because I have a limited amount of time before the ibuprofen wears off and these cramps really kick in so: Nurse Patient performed my HSG, along with a radiologist and some assistant from, you know, the radiology place. True to her name, she was very patient, repositioning the speculum four times until it was as un-pinchy as possible. And then we got to the fun part where they flood the orchestra pit with dye, and...one syringe worth of the stuff wasn't enough. So we move on to two and three, and somewhere in there I hear (and see...I could watch the monitor) that my left tube is clear. And I also hear Nurse Patient saying she's having trouble getting the dye to go in, and the radiologist saying that it still hasn't spilled out my right tube. Long story short: there's going to be a shortage of radioactive dye in my town, because we went through six or seven syringes worth of the stuff (half of which just spilled right out. All of this because I have a tilted uterus, apparently tilted enough that it was preventing Nurse Patient from getting most of the dye into it. In the end we managed to see a spill-out from my right tube, and I suspect there was also a small blockage there before, but obviously it's not there now. And I have a uterus that hangs upside down or something.

And a hell of a lot of cramps.