No where near a diagnosis

I am no closer to a diagnosis.
There's good news and bad news. And then some extra special WTF news.
Good news: I'm ovulating.
Bad news: My FSH levels are kinda off the mark. I need AMH tested. I likely have endometriosis. But of course the only way to diagnose that is with a HSG or Lap.
Here's the extra special WTF news with what was said and (what I'm really thinking).
Dr A: ::playing with the dick wad camera in my vadge:: "Your ovaries look great. You're ovulating. That's good. You're uterus looks great. ::Long pause::

(Long pauses are never good)

Dr A: I don't know what this is. ::takes his ever loving precious time staring at a black and white mass on the screen.:::
It looks like a cyst. Maybe a peritubular cyst.

Me: ok. (What the what?)

At this point my mind went as fuzzy as the ultrasound screen as I stared at this cyst that sits smack dab in the middle of my ovaries. (Kindergarten cop voice: is it a tumor?????)
Here's the problem (on top of the other problems) the cyst can't be properly diagnosed without doing a Lap. The laparoscopic procedure would also confirm and treat the Endo, if in fact that's where the problem is.

Option 1: Do nothing. Keep having sex and wish for the best.

Option 2: HSG and if it shows Endo then have the Lap anyways.

Option 3: Lap and take care of the Endo if it's there and also find out what the hell the cyst is.

One minute I think surgery is the option. The next minute I think I want option 1. It's the easiest option. It's also the one with the smallest chance of a BFP.

I'm at least going to get Dr As office to get surgery pre-approval from my insurance. I need to see what my deductible is.

You guys, I'm scared. The worst thing that's ever happened to me personally is a broken toe. This is put-you-to-sleep-and-sell-your-kidney-on-Craigslist-surgery.

I'm not gonna lie. I'm kind of a big vagina when it comes to someone sticking tools where they shouldn't be inside my body. Sex toys are one thing but by god you better not come near me with that weird back assward nut cracker speculum you have in your hand. You know what bothers me most ... It's not the surgical tools, it's the tube down my throat. I'm all for deepthroating things but not tubes. Thats beyond my safe zone.

Speaking of safe zones, I texted the police chief about work related matters today and accidentally sent "laterz" instead of talk to you "later". He replied I've been reading too much Fifty Shades of Grey. At first I was embarrassed until I realized he had to have read it too. I'm saving that nugget of knowledge for blackmail.