Well, that put a whole new slant on the phrase "Make love to the camera".
The hysteroscopy today was pretty confusing.
I'd warned the doctor I had a long cervix but even still he insisted on using the same type of cold, metal speculum used during my HSG before, once again, conceding defeat and shoving a plastic one up there.
It was fascinating as I watched the tiny camera work its way up in to my womb and have a look round.
As my womb was filled with liquid I started to get cramps and my legs shook. The nurse told me I was brave.
The doc confidently pointed out my polyps, then another, then another. There were loads, he was concerned. My womb walls should be smooth, but mine looked like a coral reef of floaty jagged bits. The doc thought I might need to rebook and have a general anaesthetic to take them all out.
A consultant was bought in. He barely glanced at the screen. "They aren't polyps, that's the womb lining. Do a biopsy. And don't use that camera again its got frosting on the lens". He was off.
My womb was scraped and a test tube filled.
I was released. I asked the doctor what had happened to the polyps and whether there was one. He said not. And that the results of the biopsy would be given to me at my appointment in October.
Now? I'm at home, I feel nauseous and dizzy. A bit of cramping, but mainly want to puke. Still don't feel like I have any answers.