On Monday morning, I had pains in the lower, left of my abdomen. They continued for the next few hours and also brought nausea with them. At around 11am, I decided to get out of my chair and to attempt to take a shower, but when I couldn’t even walk to the bathroom, I knew I was in trouble. Fighting back the tears, I called my husband, who works an hour away, and told him, “I think I have another kidney stone.” He said, “I’m leaving now.” As soon as he arrived home, we headed to the emergency room.
The entire car ride to the hospital was complete agony. It felt like being stabbed by a thousand knives. It felt like my insides were going to explode.
When we arrived at the hospital, the waiting room was packed (as usual). So I layed on one of the couches and miraculously, the pain stopped. And while we waited for 3 hours in the waiting room, the pain didn’t return.
Finally my name was called. A room was ready for me. And in this room we sat for another 1-1/2 hours until the nurse arrived. She asked my symptoms, put a needle in my arm for future medications, and said the doctor would be in soon. A half an hour later, the doctor arrived. Once again, I provided my symptoms. He asked my pain level and I told him it was only very slight pain at this point so he said he would send a nurse with pain and anti-nausea medication. He informed me that he would be sending the ultrasound team down to get me.
After about 45 minutes, the nurse arrived with pain medication. She said it was a fairly low dose medication and it would take affect in 10-15 minutes. During that time, the pain returned, with a vengeance. The pain was so bad that tears came to my eyes and there was nothing I could do about it. Roughly 15 minutes later, the ultrasound team had arrived. And my pain was only getting worse.
I sat through the ultrasound activities for about 30 minutes with absolute pain the whole time. The ultrasound tech even apologized; I could tell she felt bad.
Once I arrived back in my room, I told the nurse about my pain. She quickly brought back something stronger that completely wiped me out. About 45 minutes later, the doctor arrived to tell me the diagnosis.
I have a golf ball sized cyst on my left ovary. They told me that there’s really nothing they can do except provide me with pain medication and request that I follow up with my OBGYN. My appointment is on the 29th. I can only pray that the pain subsides until then or that the cyst goes away on its own.
Why am I telling you all of this? Well.. I don’t want you to think I fell off the face of the earth. I haven’t posted since Sunday and if you’ve been around for a while, you know that’s unusual for me. So if you notice a lapse between most posts, don’t worry.. I’m still here.