Two Strands of Black Pearls
(Warning: Graphic material)
So the other day I went to see the doc who got me pregnant (and he didn't even remember me, dammit! What's a poor girl to do?). Dr. S. wanted to examine me himself. Sometimes endometriosis shows up in ultrasounds when it's particularly advanced, or as he put it, “When it moves out from the cavities and eats into tissue or into the ovaries.”
I'm an old pro at examining ultrasounds. I've had around 40. Watching the screen helps me forget what is happening to my body. That is always a good thing, when I can leave my body behind during these procedures. They aren't the noninvasive, roller-over-the-belly type, if you know what I mean gals.
The tech started in, and the screen filled with black and white images. A dark patch, cottony and cinder-dark, let him know where to begin in surgery. Then:
“Look at that,” said Dr. S. “Can we get a picture of that?” The tech zoomed in and clicked a button. “That is a textbook case of Polycystic Ovary Syndrome.”
“Let me see.” I said.
“There, see that? The cysts line up around the perimeter of the ovary. It's sometimes called a strand of pearls. And you have them in both ovaries. I've never seen such a textbook case,” he said, a look of near-rapture on his face. “You could be a model, do you know that?”
“Why, thank you!”
He laughed, and that's a sight worth seeing under any circumstances (back me up on this, Schmoop).
“And we got you pregnant?” he asked.
“Yes. Twin boys.”
“How did we do that?”
He shook his head.
“I can tell you this now, since you were successful. I don't know how it happened. Not with what I'm seeing.”
He nodded, still staring at the dark pearls. “That's fair.”
So a handsome doctor thinks I'm model-beautiful on the inside, I'm the proud possessor of two strands of black pearls, and I'm a worker of miracles. What else could I possibly need for Christmas?*
Surgery's set for 7:30, January 8th. Positive thoughts,wishes, prayers, vibes, fantasies, delusions, love and lust sent my way all gratefully accepted.
Oh, yes, and for the perverts in my life, I give you...a pair of boobies!
Hey, I told you they wouldn't be mine.
*Why, one of these Poppets, of course! Just got mine in the mail today. Very happy.