I spent the morning to doing absolutely nothing, and at 12:30, had to begin drinking my thirty-two ounces of water. Let me tell you, it is not easy to drink that much straight water, let alone hold it for two hours. Mom and I were late for my ultrasound by fifteen minutes, but were able to fill out the forms and get to the waiting room just in time.
"Code blue," the intercom said, "Code blue."
I leaned over my seat to my mother and said, "Code periwinkle."
Five minutes later, a cheerful brunette woman appeared in front of me and motioned for me to come along. "Are you Stephany?" she asked me.
"Yes, I am," I replied.
"Good. I'm Sherry, and I'll be giving you your ultrasound today! Did we tell you to fill your bladder before you got here?" the nurse asked after securing the ultra-fashionable hospital bracelet around my wrist.
"Oh, yeah," I said. I had to piss like a racewhale.
She walked us down to a room in the radiology ward where a big computer was positioned next to a gurney with a hospital gown and a sheet folded neatly on it. "Okay, Stephany, I need you to strip from the waist down and put this on, then sit down on the bed and get under the sheet. I'll be right back."
She drew the curtain and disappeared through the door.
I looked at my mom, who stepped behind the curtain to give me some privacy, and then I did just as the nurse instructed. My mom sat back down in her seat and asked me, "How do you feel?"
With all seriousness I said, "I. Have. To pee."
I honestly didn't think that I was going to make it. Was it even possible to have to go that bad? Was it possible to not wet myself?
"Code yellow," she said.
I laughed, jostling my way-too-full bladder and grimaced. "I hate you," I said between laughs.
The nurse reappeared and turned off the light, squeezing jelly on my abdomen. "This is going to be a little warm."
My muscles down there keeping my urine in my body relaxed some, and I panicked a little. What would happen if I peed on the bed? Had that even ever happened before?
Then she said, "Hold still," and dug the little probe into my belly, right where my bladder was. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. If I wet myself, Mom will never let me live it down.
After ten minutes of her poking and prodding, she wiped the jelly off and stood up. "Well, the good news is there's nothing there. The bad news is...she's going to die."
Just kidding.
She said I have follicles. And they're only a centimeter across each. I guess they go away within a few cycles.
Wait, what? I've been dying in agony for two months and there's nothing big? Are you kidding me?
So, in short, I don't have cysts. I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess my urine tests last week came back with something out of the ordinary. And I still have those blood tests Colin took. So, there's still other things that could be wrong.
Anyway, so I did nothing today. I felt to light-headed and dizzy to play with James, so he walked around muttering 'shuperdidder' and 'monner' to himself all day. We still haven't figured out why he walks up to me and says, "Monner, come on!" and then points to his cheese and crackers and says, "It's a monner!"
Either the cheese is 'monner', or I am, James. Decide.
Also, I must share a few drawings I found on DeviantArt.com today. This person has some serious skills with drawing. I am jealous.
(Max [the girl] and Fang from the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson)
Anyhow. Hope you all had a great few days! I still haven't been able to write anything, but hopefully inspiration will hit me. Oof!
Good to hear that things are ok. I had to laugh at what your little brother said : )
ReplyDeleteHaha, he's not my brother, he's this two-year-old kid my family nannies with his three-month-old baby brother. They're both really cute!
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