Life Interrupted Part III

I had an ultrasound this morning at Carle Clinic. Overall the hospital was great. I found a parking space right away, the lady at the information desk was very helpful, and check in was easy at the radiology desk. I was whisked back to get out of my pants and underwear but at least they allowed me to keep my shirt on. Some comfort huh? So there I was, walking down the hall in my transparent gown with my long sleeve tshirt, socks and shoes on. I get to the waiting area and go to sit down. I would imagine that the lady sitting across from me got a good "peek" at the franks and beans because I couldn't sit correctly. Luckily enough, I only had to wait for about 3 minutes when my technician comes to get me.

Just what I wanted to see...A 20-25 year old blonde girl escorting me back to the room where her AND another 25-30 year old brunette are going to be doing the ultrasound together. It appears that I am going to be a training model. Some people pay pretty good money for the kind of treatment I was about to undergo but all I could think of was my future rather than some strangers hands on my privates with no chance of a happy ending. To be fair though, they were both very professional and made me feel very at ease (which isn't easy to do when you are lying on the table with your balls exposed to the world and some girl waving some gooey wand over them)

Of course, they couldn't say anything about what they saw during the exam (which I understand BUT I hate) Why can't they just tell you something there or have you wait for the diagnosis right in the hospital before you go home? So now it's a wait and see game until my follow up appointment on Thursday morning at 9:15am. I think I am going to join Jeanne and go into the denial train of thought until my appointment. If anyone is seeing this at this point, say a prayer for the results. I will need all the prayers I can get.