The visit to the Hospital Out In The Country’s Radiology department for my scan was a complete, utter, absolute non-event. I turned up on time, the (very nice) wand-monkey called me only a few minutes later, she was polite, she was very gentle, it was possibly the mellowest and most relaxed I’ve ever been while a complete stranger dug a phallic object into the side of my uterus and instructed me to push down from outside to pop Satsuma out from her den so she could be photographed from her best side.
I let the very nice wand-monkey know that Satsuma was an only ovary, but she looked over at Kumquat anyway and couldn’t see any trace of her (does the damn thing exist or doesn’t it? It’s like the Brigadoon of residual ovarian tissue). She noted that I seemed to have a few fibroids. I asked if she was actually looking at the adenomyosis patch in the front wall of my uterus. She said mm-hmm, which was non-commital of her. She then spend about a week and a half examining Satsuma from every conceivable angle (wait, is that a joke? No? Well, excuse me). It wasn’t particularly uncomfortable – clearly both Satsuma and Cute Ute were feeling mellow too – but good Lord it was thorough. Unnervingly so.
Perhaps you’ll remember that the purpose of the scan was to look for piranhas (or cysts, or teratomas). Naturally I asked her if she could see any. She smiled sweetly and said she’d put it all in her report for Miss Consultant (I am seeing Miss Consultant again at the beginning of February).
And then I went home again.
Next steps. 1 – If, as I strongly suspect, I ovulated on the evening of the 1st of January (start as you mean to go on, eh, Satsuma?), I can do my day 3 bloodwork at last on or about the 14th of January (which is a Friday. And it will be day 2, not 3, but NHS phlebotomy clinics are NOT open at weekends, and Miss Consultant assured me I could do the bloodwork on day 2, 3 OR 4 without screwing up the results. If my luteal phase is longer this time (hah) I can go in on the Monday. My job loves me, oh it so does). 2 – H is going to take in a sperm sample this week. We did wonder if there was much point to this, what with H’s habit of getting me knocked up with dreary regularity, but hey, all bases, we shall cover them.
So. We’re still in Limbo, but it’s a Limbo with a time-stamp, and we’re doing findy-outy things. Good. Yes. Onwards.