architecture sucks

So i went for my ultrasound today. Possibly the unsexiest thing ever to have ‘Anne’ the middle aged lady shove a probe up there and waggle it around for a good 10minutes. There was some lovely dim mood lighting just make it even more romantic between us. Good old Anne did actually find something though, large ovarian cyst, wahey! Now waiting on more appointments and bloods until someone decides to chop it out. Can’t wait. 

Oh and a friend informed me that some of them can grow hair and teeth….couldn’t resist that google search…

Tria markers- 12 for £36 or 24 for £66. 

Damn expensive but make work look instantly prettier. Tough call. Very tough call

The anal probe is no long an anal probe hooray! Going up my gash instead, so god damn relieved.

(Hope it’s not a cute doctor, or else i’ll be WELL embarrassed.)

So i went on holiday (if you count caravanning in Norfolk a holiday) and came home 2 days later after being in crippling pain and having to visit the doctor at 4 in the morning and peeing in a cup for him. Oh and in addition to that the carbon monoxide alarm went off and a man came and turned our gas off, so had to eat cold sandwiches for the duration of our stay. Most successful holiday EVER.

So 2 weeks later after giving doctors more wee and blood and letting them poke me lots, they still haven’t got a clue what’s wrong. Sending me for an internal ultrasound

AKA A HUGE PROBE UP MY ARSE

not impressed.