(I already wrote this, but the original disappeared into the ether, so here we go again)
So, HSG day was finally here. I rushed to the hospital on my lunch break hoping to get the whole ordeal over and done with in 15minutes.
As I sat nervously in the waiting room, it occurred to me that I hadn’t expected any negative results. I fully expected to waltz in and look at the scan of my womb and tubes filling up with this glorious dye, the same images I’d been looking at on the web in the days leading up to the appointment.
After 10-15 minutes I was finally called in by a lovely member of staff and directed to a small cubicle where I was asked to undress from the waist down and put my clothes in what could only be described as a Tesco shopping basket. I undressed and quickly unscrewed my belly button jewellery and nervously put it and my knickers in my bag. The rest of the items went in the basket and I left the cubicle trying to inconspicuously make sure my ass was covered up and not on show in the rather revealing open back gown I was given. I sat down in another waiting room for all of 5 minutes before I was called into the xray room.
2 ladies sat me down and explained the process, exactly what would happen. I was asked to confirm I had abstained from sex and detail the dates of my period. I was also informed I needed to sign to confirm all information given was correct…. (they won’t be held responsible for the termination of any pregnancy you may be concealing). If the results were clear and available, I’d be given them straight away.
I propped myself up on the table, legs spread and let the process begin. I wasn’t really too nervous or uncomfortable. The amount of times I’ve been in this position, I’m used to all the prodding and poking by now. The screen to my right displayed the images, so I watched the process unfold from there. I felt the speculum enter my body but felt nothing else from there, other than an intense nerd to expel the foreign object.
10 minutes into the procedure, the lady appeared to be strugglin and called a colleague for assistance, reassuring me at the same time that everything I was doing well and it’d be over soon. As I stared at the screen I could see my pelvic bones and my uterus. Amazing! I could also see the little balloon they’d inserted and the dye had filled up the space, illuminating my uterus like a light had been switched on up there. But that’s all I could see. I couldn’t see my fallopian tubes like I’d seen in pictures online. Just dark empty space.
Once it finished I got dressed and sat myself down and eagerly awaited the bad news. I was informed that I wouldn’t be given results today but would be given then by my gyno in 2 weeks time. We could carry on trying as normal again. I thanked the ladies and promptly left the room and the department. I went back to work and tried my hardest not to think the worst… Even though I knew deep down that what I saw on the screen confirmed my fears. Now…its just a waiting game.