howie’s halfpipe

Well I had my ultrasound this morning.

I walked up to the place got there about 8:40am and went in, I sat down for about a minute. Then I was called. The lady walked so fast through all these corridors I broke into a sweat just trying to keep up with her. She led me into a dimly lit room and told me to lay down on my back on a bed. So I did, she then lifted up my shirt, and pulled down my pants. She didn’t pull them down far enough to make it a fully uncomfortable experience but enough to scare the hell out of me. She then began to rub this jelly stuff all over my belly. And I had to breath in and out a lot as she moved around the camera thingy. She pushed down pretty hard, I’ve got more whip lash from the ultrasound machine than I do from the damn car crash.
Anyway she took lots of ultrasound pictures of my stomach and kidneys and some other things, I cant remember what organs I have. Then that was it.

Now I have to go back to my doctor at some stage to see what’s wrong with me.

I’m fine.