Last week I had an appointment for yet another ultrasound – both external and transvaginal – to check on the state of my Essure™ since I’d had the procedure done last year, and to see if my pesky ovarian cyst was still in place. (What’s an Essure? That’s the wee thing that makes me permanently baby-proofed. Yay!) I figured this was a good opportunity to finally snap myself some in-hospital Scavenger Hunt photos, given I’d bailed on the opportunity the previous time!
Well, I got the scans, and I got the photos. I also totally got snapped by the radiologist while I did so – twice!
I had my first opportunity to grab images after the external ultrasound, when I needed to go empty my bladder and take on my jeans and underwear. I knew I’d have a minute or two before the radiologist returned, so I took a minute to get photos of myself with the screen showing my insides in the background. I unbuttoned my shirt, because I wanted tit shots, hoping I’d be able to get it done up again before she came back…
This is your view – click through for my view
But she knocked and came in almost simultaneously, and while I was sitting on the bed by that point and was able to drop the camera into my bag, the shirt was a write-off. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind – I’m a little hot and my shirt was all uncomfortable, so I just unbuttoned it.” *cough* *cough*
The transvaginal ultrasound was the usual – not brilliantly fun, but not horrible either. I got to insert it myself, and then the radiologist did all the moving and adjusting of the wand, while I did all the moving and adjusting of me. It went on for freaking ages, and my hands, under my bum, went numb.
Eventually we were done, and she went off to talk to the doctor about whether I needed to come back for yet another scan, or to double-check anything before I got dressed. The previous time she’d done so, it had been almost ten minutes before anyone had come back – so I was confident I had a few minutes at least.
Ah, not quite.
I was off the bed. I was taking photos. I was generally wandering around the room with nothing on my lower half and being really obvious about what I was doing. And she barrelled right back in without knocking just as I took this beautiful photo of my bush.
Bush … click for what went in it
Luckily for me I was once again standing on the far side of the bed, not that I was even supposed to be out of it! I fairly flung my camera back in to my bag, and leant on the bed. “I was stretching. Cramps. Yeah.” *cough*
Can you believe it? The things I do…
No more scans required – Essure is excellent; and cyst, while not going anywhere, is benign and boring.