Today is better than Sunday.  My baseline sonogram showing the cyst did not faze my doctor at all, so he said we'd crank up the meds and start making some eggs.  When the nurse called me in the afternoon to tell me the specific dosages, she told me to start this regimen on Thursday.  I don't really understand why I'm not starting it today, but I guess that's why they get the big bucks.  And I mean big. One thing that was a little annoying was my doctor's reaction to my look of pain during the vaginal ultrasound.  Those who know me know that I really can't stop my vivid facial expressions, especially those that indicate internal organ pain!  He said, "What's the matter-- that hurts?"  I said yes. He asked if I were wimpy and I said "sometimes."  He said that he just hit a cyst; that's why it hurt.  I'd have to toughen up because there would be a lot more stuff like this.  I'm not convinced that is the best bedside manner he could display.  But I guess that is NOT why we pay him the big bucks.  He was certainly very friendly as he described his three days of Labor Day weekend golf to me.  Very interesting indeed.  Yeah.