The procedure itself was a wee bit more painful than I expected. The nurse and the x-ray tech were talking through it, so I didn't really get any explanation of what was going on. First they swabbed by lady bits with beta dyne, which was awfully drippy. At least, I'm hoping it was beta dyne and not uncontrollable leakage. Like I said, the tech wasn't telling me things as they were happening.
Next, they inserted the speculum, then the long tubey-thingy that injects the dye. The dye itself was clear, just full of heavy metals that he x-ray can see. Then, they injected the dye.
And I'm pretty sure I experienced a contraction. My ute screamed in so much pain, I seriously wasn't prepared. Clearly things are not supposed to move in that direction in there, because it hurt like a mother effer. Less like cramping, and more like my body trying to curl up into itself. Pretty awesome. Then they tried tonget me to scoot a little on the table, which I COULD NOT DO BC MY UTE WAS EN FUEGO.
After about twenty seconds or so, things started to get better, and I scooted and rolled onto the proper sides to they could take the pictures. By that time I could breathe again, and got to admire the pictures. You could see the whole ute, clear as day, along with my tubes. Everything was shaped perfectly, and the dye flowed freely. I passed!
The pain subsided fairly quickly, and other than feeling like I did more sit ups than I should have, there's no residual pain. Just discharge. Pads are gross. But necessary, at least tonight.
And, if I do say so myself, my ute is ceeeeyute! Yeah, I know that's weird, but I just got this really warm and fuzzy feeling while I was looking at it. Like, "man, I'm going to have a baby in there."
One day. And it felt great.