ramblings from the noisedoctor

April 24, 2007


Filed under: clomid, infertility, marriage — noisedoctor @ 10:33 pm

Last week I took my wife in to have a hysteroscopy. A recent ultrasound (though none before it) showed a small polyp in the uterus. I thought I knew what to expect. Clearly, I was wrong.

When they were describing the procedure, they used terms like “pressure” and “crampy.” But, as soon as they started, my wife started a death grip on my hand, tensed up like a three-day-old pancake, and started making all sorts of very unhappy noises. I was not prepared for the pain involved in the process.

That aside, it was pretty interesting watching the doctor at work. It was neat to see through that tiny camera. There were several polyps that he took out and a lot of tissue (we’re calling it “shag carpet”) in there that shouldn’t have been there.

It is interesting that he doesn’t think that any of that stuff would have prevented implantation. I think we were both hoping that this procedure would be a sort of “Eureka” moment where we’d discover why we haven’t been able to get pregnant. But, it wasn’t that.

So, I guess it’s a good thing that my wife stayed on Clomid. I had suggested stopping, hoping that maybe the procedure would clear the path for us to get pregnant–and if it did, having extra follicles might lead to a bigger risk of multiples.

The funny side to this event was me, actually. Now, the doctor was running an hour late (surprise, surprise… why can’t doctor’s offices learn to freakin schedule patients realistically–it’s what they do for a living, for cryin’ out loud) and this was pushing 1:00 or 1:30. I hadn’t eaten since the morning and my morning caffeine had worn off. Add to that the way my blood pressure shot up as I was so started to see my wife in so much pain for as long as it took to get it all done. So, once the procedure was open and my wife could relax, I could feel my blood pressure just dive. I started to get light headed. So, I got down and laid on the floor, much to the surprise of everyone else in the room–though they all appreciated me having the sense to do that and save them the effort of having to revive me. Now my wife is giving me a hard time about that and saying she’ll need to have a “backup” for the delivery room. Yeah, I don’t do real well with medical procedures. But, I was really fine during this. It was just that I wasn’t prepared for it and I had next to no blood sugar to help me cope with the blood pressure drop. Oh well, another story I won’t be able to live down.

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