What a better way to start the day than subjecting oneself to an outpatient procedure on a Monday.

After the DST time change, when you are grumpy already because you are -1 hour of sleep.

So, I had my HSG today. It was pretty uneventful, except for the fact that I have a cervix that likes to hide (thanks Doc).

After 15 minutes of playing hide and go seek with my female parts, Dr. P inserted the dye and discovered that my left tube is wonderfully open. My right tube is questionable.

No dye traveled into the right tube, so the assumption is that it is blocked. Dr. P is an RE brimming with positivity, so he proclaimed that just because the dye didn’t travel through there, all hope is not lost and there’s a significant possibility that it is just fine. Could be a spasm or the dye just liked traveling to the left better…..

… and then…..why exactly did I torture myself this morning then?

Ok, I’m not being sarcastic. I love my RE. I guess that all this diagnostic stuff is what it is, (this is what I am paying him for) so I won’t go stomping off yet.

Then S. met with Dr. P and they had manly conversation while I was very uncomfortable in my nice blue 3 armed hospital gown.

No one said how horrific the cramps would be afterward. I am a bit of a patsy with pain, so I toughed it out as we walked out of the hospital. Cramps only lasted an hour.

It’s 4 hours later and here I am blogging about it, so not all that bad I guess. Seriously, Dr. P was not really overly-concerned about the results, so I am ok with that. He asked me to call his office and set up another consult for our master plan.

Blocked tube or no, I have plenty of reasons to be optimistic I guess.

I’m off to pick up some antibiotics and the toddler.

Catch ya tomorrow friends!