cysts. lots and lots of cysts.
i had the appointment at the hospital this morning. an early rise, anyone with pots knows potsies dont do early. once at the hospital i sat or rather i slouched for ten minutes before asking for somewhere to lie down. they already had a note of this so i was showed into the examination room. as i lay and watched the clock tick by, i noticed that my anxiety wasn't that high, most probably because i was alone, but for my w-chair pusher (mum).
a happy clinician came in, made me undress, placed some cold gel on, then ultra sounded me. straight away she noticed cysts. lots of them. then the radiographer came in and checked.
and what a jolly man he was. making the time go quickly and pleasantly. he asked what p.o.t.s was. i told him, that i had it two years, and was diagnosed in may of this year. his response was ' i bet they thought you were crazy in the beginning', i laughed and said 'yes'. he said, 'us doctors think all patients that cant be diagnosed are crazy'. i liked his honesty.
they said they could pop them. but then they could get infected. and with pots i don't need infections. so for now i will put up with the pain. i was told also that i could go back if i needed anymore help. all in all an efficient, quick service from the nhs. why cant all there services be like this?