Christina Perri – Human
Alessia Cara – Here
Billy Paul – Me and Mrs Jones
Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Marvin Gaye
Just for you because I knew you were wondering. So I was back at the clinic today for what should have been my last scan before transfer. Sigh. Looks like we will be playing the Waiting Room Theme Tune Game a while longer.
For a fleeting, extremely unwelcome moment, it looked like it was Game Over. I shall transcribe the conversation because we haven’t done that in a while and that is all the reason I need:
Me: Is everything ok, is everything ok, is everything ok, is everything ok, IS EVERYTHING OKAY
Sonographer: I’m just measuring your lining
Me: What is it?
Sonographer: The nurse will speak to you after
Me: <grits teeth>
Sonographer: Left ovary looks quiet
Me: That is good news
Sonographer: Ah. Right ovary has a large follicle
Me: This is bad news isn’t it
Sonographer: I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to be down regulated?
Me: I don’t really know how this all works
Sonographer: I think you are supposed to be down regulated
Me: Is it the dermoid cyst? (ever the optimist*)
Sonographer: What dermoid cyst?
Me: The one on my right ovary (Give. Me. The. Dildo. Cam.)
Sonographer: <looks again but properly> Ah yes, I see it. No, it’s next to that.
Me: Are you 100% certain it is a follicle? How big is it?
Sonographer: Oh wait <rummages around> Have you ever had fluid in your tube?
Me: Maybe but they think it might be fluid that is caught in a pocket of scar tissue by my tube. It was there last time so you could compare the scan and see if it is that?
Sonographer: <more rummaging> Ah. Okay. I know what it is. It isn’t a follicle. It is an inclusion cyst.
Inclusion cyst. Why but of course. Because my ovaries are just so goddam friendly.
Anyway, panic over. My lining as it transpires is 7.9mm. Lazy. I usually have an over enthusiastic lining so I truly hope that things are looking normal next Monday and the pisser hasn’t gone overboard in the other direction.
One good thing that did come out of today was that I gathered more evidence that I am in fact a Cylon and/or a mind reader. It is all happening here in England at the moment. Big news is that we have a new £5 note that features Winston Churchill on the back. I was just busy thinking while I waited for my coffee on the way home that I had not seen one of these new notes in the flesh… and the AA numbered ones have been selling for £100+ over on eBay (presumably to complete morons). And literally, right then, I was handed one as change. Behold:
Also included as a bonus feature is my kindle and my coffee set against the back drop of the shit train I was on.
I am struggling to scrub off the gummy sticking plaster marks the oestrogen patches are leaving on my legs so I picked up some baby oil on my way home to see if it helps. I also accidentally treated myself to a new mascara and a bottle of red wine (for my lining). Not totally sure what evening the cashier thought I had in mind but it was probably more fun than it is going to be.