In fact, I’m at home tucked up in bed with a hot-water-bottle and a cup of tea while my Mum makes chicken soup (from scratch. Occasionally she wanders in to ask me where the filleting knife is or do we have celery? (answers: Knife block, oddly enough, and Vegetable drawer in fridge, for some strange reason. (I’m allowed to be sarcastic, I am perforated (and I always run to nested parentheses when under the weather, have you noticed?)))).
Good news and bad news.
Good: Tube clear, ‘patent’, they call it; uterine lining healthy and uterine cavity undistorted; Satsuma a blemish-free little rock-star of an ovary.
Bad: ‘Significant’ adenomyosis; patch of endometriosis in the Pouch of Douglas; said patch un-laserable because sodding uterus is so bulky they couldn’t move it out of the way. Luckily it is well away from Sats and her nice clean tube.
I bled rather a lot, so am very pale, but feel surprisingly chirpy and not in much pain.
So. Well. Hmmph. There you go.
