Bad patient. Me. Bad patient. I was behaving myself in the examination room this morning. No, seriously. No glove shooting, no rooting through the drawers, no building of syringe animal figures, no playing with the dildo cam. (oh stop, I never did that even when I did play with it.) I was sitting on the table, pink paper bottom cover appropriately covering bottom, reading the Wall Street Journal. Yes, I did rearrange the crotch level heat lamp so I could see to read, but there was no clear and conspicuous warning and waiver of liability to sign indicating I shouldn't touch. And, ok, I did slightly have to pee, but I had been waiting for a while and I wasn't going to trollop out to the loo with the pink paper bottom cover barely covering bottom. Would you?
All this good behavior and I was chastised by the nurse because my bladder "was so full." Move wand to large mass, see there, that's your bladder. (If she thinks I'm paying extra for that...) It makes it difficult to count the follicles when your bladder is so full. Next time, empty your bladder even if you don't think you have to go. Blah blah blah. So, I had to press down on my ovaries (I expect some money back for that) to get a good shot of my 7 follicles. Even my left ovary was in the game. Not bad, full bladder or not. I'll take 7 at this stage of the game. Lining is less prolific, but there's still time.
And in other news, today (or maybe yesterday) is my ONE YEAR BLOGOVERSARY. Sadly, I don't have 100 posts for my ONE YEAR BLOGOVERSARY, but I like to think of it as quality vs. quantity. Indeed, I believe people all over the country should have a feast tomorrow of turkey, ham, gravy, various starches and winter vegetables, marshmellows and fruit pies in my honor. ONE YEAR. I am humbled. And to the one person reading my blog, I couldn't have done it without you.
Joking aside, Happy Thanksgiving. Despite the disappointments and the uncertainty, I, we, all of us, have much to be thankful for. And I'm thankful for every last drop of this wonderful, aggravating, joyful, heartbreaking life. Salut!
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Happy Thanksgiving... I also went for an ultrasound with a full bladder but my nurse was much nicer. She checked to see that no one was in the hallway so that I could cover my bottom with the pink towel and go to the restroom :). Good luck with the cycle...
happy blogoversary melanie!
Quality indeed! : ) Happy Blogoversary, & happy Thanksgiving!
Congrats on the good scan Happy Blogoversary!
And thanks for answering my question. I've wanted to ask it for a long, long time, but have always felt it was silly.
Seven sounds like a lucky number to me. I like the exam rooms that have the bathroom connected to it so you don't end up in the dilemma you had. I've never had a crotch heat lamp though...sounds nice.
Happy blogoversary! Whether you realize it or not, I've been reading your story from the beginning. Yeah, I'll be following you till the end. Hmmm, that sounds creepily stakerish, but I didn't mean it that way! Seriously, keep your spirits up!
Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Blogoversary!
Happy Thanksgiving and happy blogoversary! I shall raise a fork of stuffing to you tomorrow.
May next Thanksgiving find you with even more to be thankful for.
Woohoo for 7 follies! I hate getting chastised by the nurse for anything. I always get aggravated looks and sighs because my veins are so small.
Anyway, enjoy your Thanksgiving... oops I mean blogiversary!
Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Blogoversery. I'm hoping that this one is the lucky one. Take care.
PS - i got me a whole new blog.
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