Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Urine Luck: 2
The almost-half and hour drive to the hospital was murder. The car was shoogly - at least it wasn't the bus. By the time we were half way there I had my legs straight and knees locked so I was barely sitting on the seat. Movement was killing me and you never realise how often watery words are used until you can't stand to hear them. Scottish people say "wee" a LOT. I asked Wendy to sing to me. She sang 3 songs and stopped mid-lyric. The cruelty of these song writers. They obviously write their songs with people who don't need the toilet in mind. We ended with James "Oh sit down" and right then I did not want to be sitting down, on a chair.
We got out and headed back to radiology where I put my gown on. I was doing the pee pee dance. It was bad - the complete opposite of the time I had to do a drug test and couldn't fill the cup, as Kirsten pointed out.
I lay down, the doc skooshed the gel on my belly which sent a shiver right through me and I thought I was going to lose it right then and there on the ultrasound table. I locked my bladder up real tight though and showed it who's boss!
The doctor told me my bladder was good and full. Thanks, doc. No duh. The scan went really quickly because of how full I was. I was looking at the monitor and at the big black circle thinking to myself how amazing technology is and how someday I might be looking at a monitor like that and there'll be a baby in that huge black circle. Then the doctor said, "that's your bladder". Thank goodness I hadn't been thinking out loud!
So, right now I'm just waiting. He said my ovaries looked ok, which means I still don't know what's wrong with me. I have an appointment next week to talk it all over with my doctor.
All that's really left of this story is that I dashed to the bathroom and pee'd for about 10 minutes straight and it felt amazing!