I had my pre-0p appts. today at two military hospitals. Yes, I think they covered all their bases by making me travel to both hospitals to hear the risks and benefits of the procedure (sounds like a bad sales pitch). My hubby just kept saying, "they know it's a hysteroscopy not a hysterectomy...right?" We can hope that in the pile of paperwork I signed today that the designation 'hysteroscopy' will suffice for tomorrow's procedure.
Basically, three docs will dilate my cervix and then place a microscope in my uterus so they can view the "debris" in there. Now, before you go thinking that I haven't swept my uterus lately, the 'debris' they are referring to is a polyp or a fibroid. I am hoping it is a polyp as they can remove it with a wire and not have to cauterize thereby increasing my chances of trying for a pregnancy next month. Otherwise, I am on the healing bandwagon and sidelined until April/May.
The fun part of today, without a doubt, was having two docs in combat boots gazing at me as they explained the surgery and the fact that I couldn't have any "vaginal activity" for a week. Never fear--I was good and just nodded my head. I wanted to pull out my ignorant caricature and say "whuuuut, you mean like no whoopie, no scrumpin, no nookie, no nuttin...what the hell we s'posed to do fer fun fer the next week?" But, I didn't.
It would have been fun though...
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