I went to the doctor last Friday at 9:00 with Bogdan. I took off my clothes while the Radiologist prepared the equipment. When I saw the utensil he was going to use, I started to freak out.
‘Fuck this,’ I thought, ‘There’s no way he’s sticking that inside of me.’
“Umm. Is this going to be difficult?” I asked.
“Oh oui...for me very difficult, for you no problem, you must not moved.”
‘Great,’ I thought, ‘This is my lucky day.’
I continued, “Um, well...you have done this procedure before right?”
“Oh no, this is the first time,” he replied.
I’m pretty sure that in this moment he saw my pupils dialate and the fear of God slapped all across my face.
‘Une moment, sil vous plait,” and he walked out of the room.
I laid there in shock for all of about two minutes before I decided to up and get the hell out of there. I quickly dressed gathered my things and left the room. When I got outside the doctor was standing there speaking with my husband about some medication I needed in order for him to perform the procedure.
Thank God, we didn’t have it. So, he couldn’t perform the hysteroscopy. I did, however, interject by telling him I just needed to see if my cervix was closed or open, its length, and to have him check my uterus.
“Ah oui, this is no problem. I will do this with the ecografie, like this we can see everything. This is not a problem eh.”
When then proceeded to make the ultrasound, inter-vaginal and abdominal. Everything was perfectly fine. More than fine actually, my ovaries showed 6 follicles, 4 on the right, and 2 on the left. According to him, I’m a fertile-mertyle. He said, “There’s no problem, what happened was an accent and next time you make a cerclage, and you stay “quiet” (on bedrest), be positive and everything will be ok, ca bonne.”
“Okay,” I smiled. I was greatly relieved. Even though part of me was hoping for an answer, it’s better to know that I’m healthy and there is nothing to worry about with me physically.
Amen. Thank you God for taking care of me.
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