Warning: This post may (and most likely will) contain the words: ovaries, uterus, rupture & an assortment of other awkward female reproductive system words. I am warning you now if this makes you feel uncomfortable this post is not for you.
Back in February I had an ovarian cyst that ruptured. It was actually a pretty exciting (and painful) adventure.
[For those of you out of the loop: a bunch of my friends were helping me answer my date for Sweethearts and I was suddenly on the ground in a ball crying due to a very sudden, very sharp pain in my lower abdomen. My dear sweet friend Kara drove me and my car home and my very strong and manly friend Darren carried me into my house where I was rushed to the ER by my parents. At 3:00am after a blood test, CT scan, 2 Ultrasounds, and a urine sample they concluded that I had a very large cyst that had just ruptured. They sent me home with some Lortab. The next day my wonderful friends came to visit and basically babysit me because I was pretty drugged up ("I'm not tired..."). I was out for about 6 1/2 days, again- I am so lucky to have such great friends who were so willing to come watch lame movies or play silly games- Darren, Amberly, and Kara.]
Anywho- so I've had some problems with cysts after that. This week has been one of those weeks. I started having trouble on Saturday (wilst on a date- no bueno). So finally I caved today and went to the butthead doctor--who basically called me a big baby and gave me some painkillers (HOWEVER- if I was being a baby why would he give me drugs..huh? HUH?). So my final word to you is this- boys don't call women big babies unless you have experienced years of menstrual cramps and all the not-so-fun stuff that comes with being a girl, you might just get a round house kick to the face. :) Loves!