Going where few men have gone before

Ok, that may be stretching it some *gees, bad pun in there* ewww, another bad pun.

*shaking my head*

I'm going to the vagina whisperer (term coined by ArmyWife ToddlerMom) in the morning. I have an ultrasound - possibly vaginal ultrasound - to sniff around *ick, bad visual image* for fibroids or polyps.

Doesn't that sound like fun? I know you're jealous. On top of it all, it makes me feel old. When the doctor says "things like this are common for women your age" it just doesn't make you feel like a hot young chickee anymore. *sigh* As if having a teenager now didn't kill it for me already, I've reached the "women your age" comment.

So, I get poked around and rubbed with gel - that makes it sound like way more fun that it will be - and then I'll see my doctor immediately afterwards with his take on what the tech saw. So, from there, we'll figure out what to do. His office was trying to schedule an ablation for next week when I told them WHOA, back that bus up. Let's wait and see what the damn test says first, mmm kay?

Unless I'm filled up with tumors - which is highly unlikely - I'm not doing anything until next year. Let's make meeting that deductible worthwhile.