Long story short-ish, Wednesday night I started having stomach pains so bad I was in tears from, basically, 6pm until Ben dragged me to the ER against my will around 9pm. Finally around 3am and after urine, CT, and ultrasound testing, they found a functional ovarian cyst that likely ruptured and was about the size of an egg.
In all honesty, the pain was like being in active labor. You know, like that pain when it’s on a 3 minute cycle that takes you to a place where you can’t hear or see much around you and it’s exhausting because every muscle tenses up for the full length of the episode until it eases up before building up to the next episode. Yeah, just like active labor.
Now I’m just waiting it out as my body reabsorbs the fluid that released into my cervix after the cyst erupted. While it’s still sort of painful and there’s not magic “fix”, I don’t have a life-threatening illness which is what I was starting to believe when I was in the 30 minute ultrasound thinking the nurse was holding back the phrase that everyone’s terrified of hearing.
But, my ovary is going to be just fine, so we can all relax and carry on.