Today I had to go get a particular ultrasound for one of those nagging symptoms that don't seem really dangerous but are bothersome all the same. So I laid down like I was supposed to and went through the ultrasound.
While I am lying there, I am watching the computer and I see the technician measure something on the screen.
Oh shit.
Ok. No big deal. Could be nothing. So she leaves to go speak to the radiologist. She comes back saying that he is with another patient so I would have to wait a little longer.
Hmm.
Then... she leaves again, and when she comes back, she brings the radiologist along with her.
Oh Shit!
You know something is up when they both come back in the room.
So it looks like I have some sort of nodule or cyst where there isn't supposed to be a nodule or cyst. This means that I get to come back in a week and have the cyst biopsied (yay). They also suggested that I bring someone with me. The reasoning they gave me was a sugarcoated fib... I think they just want me to have company in case of bad news. Like really bad news. Or in case the biopsy itself ends up being super painful. Guess we will have to wait and see.
I will have the results by Valentine's Day. That could be really good or really bad. Either way I am getting flowers.
While I am lying there, I am watching the computer and I see the technician measure something on the screen.
Oh shit.
Ok. No big deal. Could be nothing. So she leaves to go speak to the radiologist. She comes back saying that he is with another patient so I would have to wait a little longer.
Hmm.
Then... she leaves again, and when she comes back, she brings the radiologist along with her.
Oh Shit!
You know something is up when they both come back in the room.
So it looks like I have some sort of nodule or cyst where there isn't supposed to be a nodule or cyst. This means that I get to come back in a week and have the cyst biopsied (yay). They also suggested that I bring someone with me. The reasoning they gave me was a sugarcoated fib... I think they just want me to have company in case of bad news. Like really bad news. Or in case the biopsy itself ends up being super painful. Guess we will have to wait and see.
I will have the results by Valentine's Day. That could be really good or really bad. Either way I am getting flowers.