That was a painful experience – not the ultrasound itself, but the fact that I had to drink a litre of water two hours before the ultrasound and then not pee until after it. Water goes through me very, very quickly – within a half hour of drinking that litre of water I had to go, badly. And I still had over an hour until the appointment. It was truly, truly horrible. I was pretty sure near the end there that I was going to lose control completely. I think the fear of doing so was the only thing that kept it from happening. As it was, I was pacing around the waiting room and had the shakes accompanied by a cold sweat. Please may I not have to go through that again any time soon.
The ultrasound technician said she didn’t see anything in my kidneys, so I guess no stones for me. Since the pain has pretty much dropped off now anyway, I won’t worry about it. Not much point in worrying.
So now I’m trying to figure out if I can afford to go back to fencing. I’m reaching the conclusion that if I want to ever own a new computer, then the fencing is going to have to be dropped. I was lucky that I bartered for the first while, but I think that’s pretty much run out now, since their site is done and up (and much nicer than the old site, if I do say so myself.)
I think I want to work on some self-portraits sometime in the near future. But not naked ones this time.