This pre-procedure examination was definitely a nerve wracking experience. I had no clue what I was getting myself into and I had no clue what to expect. The specialist explained it a bit while I was at his office, but that was the extent of my knowledge regarding the matter. When I called to book the procedure, the receptionist informed me that it was a two day process; a pre-exam and the actual procedure itself.
A “pre-exam”. What the heck? That doesn’t sound necessary at all!
Anyways, Pierre and I spent the night before the exam at Casino Rama, therefore, we didn’t have to leave as early the next morning for the appointment. We woke up around 9am, showered, got ready, ate some breakfast, and we hit the road around 10-10:30am. I was told that I needed to drink as much as possible before the appointment, giving me the hint that I would be getting an ultrasound. So, around 10:30am, I drank two full bottles of water. By the time we got to Vaughn, I had to pee. I had to pee so bad that I was in an extreme amount of pain. So we stopped at Bass Pro and I had no other choice but to relieve my bladder. Disappointed in myself, I bought another bottle of water and had to start all over again.
We got to the clinic around 12:45pm, as my appointment was at 1pm. Again, I was in extreme pain from my bladder being so full. But I patiently waited until 1pm for my name to be called to get the show on the road.
BUT, what would this journey be without a little bit of hassle?!
Turns out, the doctor never faxed a requisition to the clinic and they couldn’t do anything until they had it. Well because the fertility clinic never answers their phone, it took almost 25 minutes for her to get ahold of the office to get a requisition faxed over. So now we’re looking at 1:25-1:30pm-ish before I was even seen by anyone. I was tired, angry, annoyed, frustrated, and in pain from my enlarged bladder.
Thankfully the requisition was faxed and she brought me into the back. She then requested that I put on a gown and wait there for my name to be called. And, because of the excessive amounts of luck I have, I get the crustiest, bitchiest looking lady as my Sonographer. Either she was having a bad day or she had a fantastic case of RBF (Resting Bitch Face). As this ‘lovely’ lady calls my name and guides me into the ultrasound room, she requests me to get up on the table so she can do her job. Man, this lady was not interested in my story or any kind of small talk for that matter. It was the most uncomfortable 5 minutes of dead silence while this lady waved a wand around my vagina like she was Hermione Granger. When she was done, she told me to get up, wipe myself off, and to go get changed. And because I am impatient and stupid, I said to the sonographer:
“I know that you’re not allowed to really say anything but does everything look okay?”
She knew that I was there for fertility testing but responds with,
“It looks like your uterus is filled with PCOS. I see a bunch of fibroids.”
Jesus Christ, can nothing go easy for me?! This devastated me. I cried in the clinic, I cried in the car on the way to Hamilton to spend the night at my Mom’s, and I cried throughout the night. Here I’m thinking that now we also have to deal with me having PCOS on top of all of the other problems that we have been dealing with throughout this journey but that wasn’t the case at all!
…to be continued…
Positive thoughts.
xoxo
Alannah Blais
The Blais' 