Three months later my wife had the follow up pelvic ultrasound. She scheduled it for the afternoon, and like last time, I met her in the parking garage at the hospital and we walked into the imaging department together.
She drank the required 32 ounces of water 90 minutes prior to the appointment and didn't use the bathroom. She checked in with the receptionist and let her know she has a bladder ready to burst. The receptionist said I understand, I should be able to get you in shortly, hang in there!
We sat and waited, my wife with her legs tightly crossed, bouncing her legs up and down a little. Luckily we didn't wait as long as last time and after 5 minutes or so she was called back.
The tech was a different woman this time, and we were shown into a different exam room. We walked in and saw that this room had what looked like a standard exam table, with the stirrups already extended. But the table looked much lower than a normal exam table. This one had no step at the base, and was low enough you could just sit on it like you would a chair.
The tech had my wife remove the navy blue fitted blazer she was wearing, and then sit at the end of the table between the stirrups. The tech steps on a pedal on the floor, and the table rises up several inches. That's the first time we've seen a power operated exam table! The tech has my wife lay back as she pulls out the extension for my wife's legs.
She instructed my wife to lift her short length, fitted white silk blouse up to her ribcage and unzip the side zip of her snug fitting, light gray slim fit dress pants, sliding them and her shiny beige microfiber thong panties down to just below her bare mons pubis. She tucks a towel under the waistband of her pants and panties and then applies the warmed lubricating gel onto my wife's flat, firm lower abdomen and begins scanning with the transducer.
After several minutes of very uncomfortable scanning over my wife's ready to burst bladder, she finished up and then wiped up the gel with a warm, damp towel, then lets her pull up her panties and pants, zipping the side zip, and then sit up after pushing in the extension. The tech lowers the exam table to let my wife stand up and practically run to the bathroom!
After a few minutes my wife returns, visibly relieved. She says that the full bladder with the transducer pressing over it is the worst part of the ultrasound! The tech says I know, everyone that has had one has agreed with that statement. She instructed my wife to undress from the waist down, cover her lower half with the drape on the table, and she'd be back shortly. After she left my wife said here we go, probe time again!
She starts by undoing the wide ankle straps on her closed toe black stilettos, removes them and places them under the chair in the corner where her blazer is. Then she unzipped and slid her snug fitting, slim fit light gray dress slacks over her curvy hips and round, firm butt, down her well toned legs and off, folding them neatly and placing them on the chair. Finally she slips her light beige microfiber thong panties off, placing them on top of her pants. Since it was a cool fall day, she was wearing shiny beige nylon lycra knee hi's, which she left on. She sat down on the end of the exam table and unfolded the paper drape, placing it across her lap. The drape came down to around mid thigh.
A minute later the tech knocks and came in, asking us if we had any questions before starting. She knew my wife had the same exam three months earlier, so there was no need to explain the procedure again. My wife said no, I know what to expect and how it will feel. The tech instructed my wife to lay back, place her feet in the stirrups, then slide down to just over the edge of the table. After she was in position, the tech raised the table up a good foot or so. My wife jokes that she didn't know she would be getting a free lift today! The tech and I laugh and she tells my wife all returning customers qualify.
After the tech rolled a condom over the probe and applied the warmed lubricant liberally over it, she handed it to my wife to insert it into her vagina. She pulled up the drape to her abdomen to get it out of her way, opened her legs really wide, and slowly inserted it into herself as far as she was comfortable. The tech takes the handle and begins the ultrasound, moving it in and out at different angles, before finishing by inserting it deep on each side of my wife's uterus to get a good scan of each ovary. My wife winced a little each time and curled her nylon covered toes tightly, but she said it wasn't too bad. After getting a full picture of my wife's reproductive system, the tech slowly removed the probe and slips off the condom, disposing it in the biohazard can, then put the probe in it's holder. She told my wife that she could slide back and sit up. I helped her up and she pulled the drape down to cover up. The tech then lowered the table back to the low position.
The tech told us to expect the results from our doctor in about three to four days, told my wife there were some wet naps on the counter, and she could get dressed, and left.
My wife stood up, cleaned off all the lube with the wipes, then slipped her thong panties on. She stepped into her dress pants, pulled them over her gorgeous butt and firm, curvy hips, and zipped up the side zip. Then she sits on the chair, steps into her stilettos, and fastened each wide ankle strap over her slender, nylon covered ankles. Finally she stood up and put on her fitted, navy blue blazer, and we head home.
Three days later she received a call from our doctor, giving her good news. The cyst disappeared on it's own, and everything looks perfectly normal and healthy, and she's all set until her next physical.
We were so relieved. She had no symptoms or indication of the cyst. We couldn't help but wonder if she didn't get an annual pelvic exam and it had been something more serious, like a tumor, that by the time she would have symptoms, it might be too late. That's why we are so adamant about the annual exams we have, and are glad our doctor and PA agree and provide that for us. It seems like more and more doctors are forgoing the annual pelvic in favor of every three years. But we see that as a cost cutting measure more than anything else. Because so many gynecologic cancers have few if any symptoms until they are more advanced, lowering survival rates, we think it just makes sense to get checked once a year.
Sorry for being preachy, but as the old saying goes, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!