During my wife's physical last year, the PA examining her felt something on her right ovary, like a small, hard pea. Since we have conjoint exams and usually race home after for some good quality time, that bit of news put a damper on that. The PA told us to try not to worry too much, since it most likely was a small cyst that will go away on its own. To be on the safe side, she is going to refer her for an abdominal and transvaginal ultrasound. My wife had no symptoms whatsoever, so we were surprised for sure. The PA told her that the imaging center at the nearby hospital would call that afternoon so she could make an appointment for an ultrasound.
Later that afternoon, she received the call and made the appointment for the following Friday in the afternoon. She was instructed to drink at least 32 ounces of water about 90 minutes before the appointment, and do not urinate before the appointment!
So the day came, and she did as instructed. I went with her, as I was worried about her, and she had never had an ultrasound before. We came from work and met in the hospital parking garage, and walked in together. She told me she had to pee so bad she can't stand it!
We arrived in the reception area of the imaging department and she checked in. She told the receptionist she was there for a transvaginal ultrasound, and she had a full bladder about to explode. The receptionist looked sympathetic and said she will try to prioritize her.
We still waited about ten minutes, all the while my wife sat with her legs crossed tightly, and had an uncomfortable look on her face. The second she was called back, she sprung up and practically ran to the back room area! I had to almost jog to keep up with her.
The tech showed us to an exam room. My wife was wearing a red skirt suit, and was instructed to remove her blazer and lay on the table. It wasn't a typical exam table, but a simple flat trainer's type table. She sat up on it, making that lovely table paper crinkle, and swung up her legs and laid back. The tech told my wife to lower her skirt down her hips, and to lift her shirt part way towards her chest. She lowers the side zip of her skirt and lowers it and her thong panties to just below her mons, and lifts her sleeveless, snug fitting, shiny black pullover shirt to her ribcage. The tech tucks a towel into the waistband of her skirt to keep the gel off of it.
The tech tells my wife the gel is warmed up so it won't be cold. My wife says thank God for that! After the gel is liberally applied, the tech takes the transducer and starts to rub it over my wife's lower abdomen. My wife said please hurry, the pressure is making it almost impossible to hold her pee! My wife told me later that holding it that long, while the tech spent several minutes running the transducer around her abdomen, right over her bladder actually hurt like hell. She has never had to pee so bad in her life!
After the tech was done, she quickly wiped all the gel off of her abdomen with a damp towel, and let my wife pull up and zip her skirt, sit up, and run to the bathroom. She told my wife to make sure her bladder is completely empty. After a few minutes of big relief, my wife returns and is ready for the transvaginal ultrasound next.
The tech instructs my wife to undress from the waist down, lay back on the exam table, and put the drape she was handing her over her lower half. She tells us she will be back shortly and leaves the room. My wife says this should be interesting, I still feel crampy around my bladder area, and I'm about to be literally probed!
First, she unfastens the ankle straps on her red stiletto heels, slips them off, and places them under the chair in the corner by the exam table. Then she unzips and lowers her snug fitting pencil skirt over her curvy hips and round, firm butt, down her well toned legs and off, placing it on the chair. Finally, she slips her emerald green microfiber thong panties over her hips, down her legs and off, placing them on top of the skirt. Since it was summer she wore no stockings or pantyhose, but had on a pair of those really low cut, no show "footies", made of shiny beige nylon, like stockings are, which she left on. They are the type a woman can wear with heels and flats, so her feet won't get blisters from chafing due to the heat and humidity, but don't show like ankle socks would.
She sits on then lays back on the table, making the paper crinkle loudly once again. After unfolding the paper drape, she covers her lower half, the drape only making it to mid thigh. Just then the tech knocks and comes into the exam room, and after explaining the procedure and answering a few of our questions, she says let's begin!
She instructs my wife to bend her knees up and slide down lower on the table, place her feet at the corners of the table, and let her knees fall open as far as she can. My wife is very flexible and complies by opening her legs obscenely wide.
After slipping a condom over the probe and liberally applying the warm lubricant, the tech hands the probe to my wife so she can insert it herself. She pulls up the drape to expose herself enough to be able to insert it. She slowly slides it into her vagina as far as she could, and tells the tech it's in, take over! The tech smiles and says you have a great sense of humor, which helps with this procedure. After spending several minutes of moving the probe around at different depths and angles, imaging her entire reproductive system, she finishes by telling my wife here's the worst part, I need to go deep and at an angle, once on each side of your uterus, to get a good image of each ovary. It will be uncomfortable but will be over in a minute or so. Try to relax and take deep breaths.
My wife closed her eyes and took slow, deep breaths while I held her hand, which she squeezed a couple of times. She winced a little those couple of times, but otherwise didn't look too uncomfortable considering.
The tech removed the probe slowly, and told my wife she can sit up. I help her up, and she pulls the drape down to cover herself after she sits on the edge of the table. The tech tells us we should hear from our doctor in three days or so with the results. After telling my wife there are some wet naps to clean up with and she can get dressed, the tech left.
My wife stands and takes the wet naps, cleans off the excess lube, and then takes her thong panties and pulls them on. She slips on her snug fitting pencil skirt, the hem a few inches above her knees, and zips it. Next she steps into her stilettos and fastens the wide ankle straps, then smooths her shirt and puts on her blazer. We head home, worried what the results may be.
A few days later, she receives a call from our doctor. Good news! It is a small, common fluid filled cyst, and that type typically shrinks and eventually disappear on their own. But as a precaution, she should schedule a follow up pelvic ultrasound again in three months. Which she did. I will write about that appointment later. Hint: still good news.
I would like to add that during her ultrasound I was scared what might be found about that small bump on her ovary. One usually imagines the worst, and we were no different. But we tried not to think about it while waiting for the results, and when we did, we tried to stay positive. No interest in medfet crossed my mind during her ultrasound whatsoever. Now, several months later as I wrote this, I did get my medfet fires going remembering how she looked in her skirt suit and heels. Her undressing from the waist down, and the probe inside her as she was laying on the exam table with her knees bent and feet at the corners of the table, legs wide open.
Still, it was a scary time. I'm so grateful she was fine and all was well.