I had the hysteroscopy today.
I worked myself up pretty bad. I needed to take an Advil P.M. in order to be able to sleep. 1., because I knew I was going to think about it all night and 2., because I banged up my leg pretty bad and I knew it was going to bother me*.
I slept, but I wasn’t rested when I woke up. The drive seemed to take forever and I was getting more nervous by the second which made me more irritated by the millisecond
When I got to the office, everyone was so nice. Well, they’re always really nice – but they seemed to be extra nice today. Dr. C was at the front desk and she told me not to be nervous and that it would only really hurt if there was a tube blocked. Ok, that seemed alright. Then I had my blood drawn and Elena knew I was freaked out so she told me that, yeah it’s not pleasant, but it’s fast. Um… ok, well I can handle it. She then told me that sometimes people get pregnant after the test because it cleans everything out and gets things moving. That made me feel better even though it feels like that might be a reach. Still nice, though.
I was lead back to the room and Lena was back! I was so happy to see her – she’s been gone for 5 or 6 weeks and the other technicians we not nearly as friendly as Lena – and they always had problems finding my left ovary, which causes the exam to be even more uncomfortable than it needs to be.
Anyway, we did the regular ultrasound first. Then Ella came into the room with the tools that were going to be used during the hysteroscopy. I started to look at them, but got freaked out and turned my head back. We chatted about the battle wounds on my leg and then the doctor came in. Show time.
I don’t think I’ll get into too many details since this test would yield different results for each person. If you googled or searched for experiences with regards to the test and it lead you here, just know I did the same thing and it wasn’t like what anything I read from anyone else. All I am saying is that you might be expecting something that you might not get.
Anyway, the “scrub” was awkward. It’s just iodine, I believe. Then the catheter was in, which was uncomfortable at best but not anything I didn’t think I could handle. I thought that this was the “painful” part people were talking about and thought that the rest was going to be a cake walk. Not…so…much. The doctor started to tell me that this next part was going to be a little painful for about 60 seconds since they were inflating the balloon. She was telling me this as they were inflating the balloon so I didn’t get to prepare myself. I jumped and moved my legs – since this is your body’s natural reflex to pain. Everything cramped, I told them that I’d informed my husband that I wouldn’t make it through labour and this procedure was confirmation. They laughed – at least I still had a sense of humor about it all. The water through my right tube was annoying, but not too bad. Like I said earlier, lefty is always a pain during exams and this test was no exception. They had to “agitate the liquid” in order to be able to see the left tube, and when it was through, I was never so happy. All foreign objects were removed from my body, I was cleaned up, and got to lay back and relax for 5 minutes.
The test wasn’t really what I had anticipated. I didn’t think there would be as many people in the room as there were. The balloon inflation was a lot more painful that I had expected. The water was much less painful than I thought it would be. I wish I hadn’t researched the test to death because I really wasn’t prepared for any of it, the thoughts of what it was going to be didn’t assist me in any way.
It’s been 8 hours, and with the exception of some fairly noticeable cramps in the first hour or so, I’m feeling pretty good. There’s the odd twinge here and there, but it’s not what I would call “painful”. There’s still expulsion of antiseptic and I’m spotting, but I’m feeling a lot better than what I had prepared for… which is a good thing!
We met with the doctor and she told us that my tubes were great and the test was perfect. Awesome sauce! She also told me I’d probably never have to do the test again, so I crossed my fingers and said “From your lips to God’s ears” in my head.
I’m trekking it back to the clinic tomorrow. Apparently I have a large egg and it might be time to ovulate, already. It’s a short cycle this month, which is not an issue according to the good doctor.
I’m hoping Miss Elena is right and that all I needed, in the words of my husband, was a “Uterus Irrigation”.
with a smile,
*If you want to read more about the random mention of the banged up knee, please feel free to check out my other blog: Dumping My Diabetes. Or click here.