Phase 2...

After allowing the new facts of my life to settle down, I realized that I should feel lucky. There are worse things that could happen to me. I went and got a tattoo of a kidney on my left side, to me it was sort of like closure. And it made me happy thinking that I had two kidneys again. A couple weeks later, I finally decided to continue on to the next phase, which was to get an MRI to see if they could find exactly what was going on down in my nether regions. The doctors suspected that I might have a unicornuate uterus (along with my missing kidney), but needed better imaging to be sure. When I got to the hospital and was ready to lay down on the MRI bed, the technician told me that having a unicornuate uterus was normal, (which is not true at all). During the beeps, buzzes, and drumming of the machine I tried to stay still and calm, but my mind was going a million miles an hour. After the session was done the tech also told me that she could see two kidneys on the monitor. This scared me since I had already inked a new one on my back. Later on I found out that everything the Tech told me was a pile of shit, yet the images shown for my uterus were still inconclusive. What did I do next, besides live in wonder and worry? I scheduled myself an HSG (Hysterosalpingogram).