* Yesterday, I went for an ultrasound appointment with my new-ish OB/GYN's office. Although the practice I've been with since I was 18 has closed their doors, the doctor who first diagnosed my PCOS has opened her own practice in the last 2 years. Thanks to the closing of one office, I've found a place with her again. When I went in with the ultrasound tech, she laughed after I gave her my spiel about my hidden ovaries, the tilt of my uterus, and how best to view my follicles. Having done this about a million times now, I know the drill and appreciate a tech that listens and isn't overly confident. Sure enough, she was able to see everything she needed in just a few short minutes.
* Thankfully, there were no cysts and no other problems in the scan. That was both good news and the strangest thing I've heard in a very long time. See, with PCOS, part of the problem is that the ovaries are poly-cystic...as in many small cysts. Specifically, there are a defining "ring of pearls" that line the ovaries around the place where they meet the fallopian tubes. I've had those show up since I was 18 years old. But, yesterday, they were no where to be found. My ovaries looked "normal" according to my doctor. It wasn't until I left that what she said hit me. How in the world did that happen?
* Tonight, we're making the reservation for the trip to Delhi. I have a ticket from Paris to Germany to Delhi, but I need to ticket from the US to Paris. Since my mom works for an airline, I am going to be able and use her discount for that part of the trip. As it stands, I will be going alone. Harris definitely can't come along, and my mom is going to have to scramble to try and get shifts covered after the 1st of June because their schedules all change quarterly.
Best wishes to everyone for a wonderful weekend!
