She would have looked REALLY silly in the ultrasound room. . . such a nice cozy, warm and darkened place. No life sucking florescent lights blasting my eyes out. No loud machines, no sharp instruments, or sinister masked figures. It was okay really.

I only had to put up with a few minutes of running the thingy over my full bladder, then I got permission to pee.

That took longer than one would have imagined.

But when I got back into the room I found out I was going to get the full Monty.

So the very nice technician proceeded to locate, count, map, and for all I know give names to, my crop of fibroids from the inside out. I told her it looked like a fibroid farm in there. I'm sure she thinks I'm a nut case. She of course, would be correct.

She did let slip that indeed, my uterus is very large.

This I knew already. I carry it around with me all day. I am ever aware of its lumpy presence. But it's always nice to have a second opinion. Or in this case, a third. Although come to think of it, do the ultrasound films themselves count as a fourth opinion? Pretty soon we will have enough evidence for a jury of my peers to convict the insidious little trolls living in the secret corners of my innards.

The doctor gets the results in two days. And after that I have no idea what will happen. Might be they are just garden variety fibroids and I should "embrace" them as part of my right of passage into menopause. Or mayhap they will be declared obscenely grotesque and should be removed forthwith.

Time will tell.

I plan to spend the day watching my tomatoes grow, and the gladiolus bloom, and the edible pod peas get closer to actually being edible. This is about as much as I am up for at the moment.

What's her name in the closet is taking an exhausted rest I'm sure. Haven't heard a whimper. Tempest in a teapot. That's her most of the time anyway.

Besides, something good might come of all this.

Hmmmm...... I wonder what a good crop of fibroids is fetching on the open market these days?