I hate Hospitals

(not my actual uterus in this pic. I "googled" this image. There were some pretty gross ones...*shiver*)
A week ago today, at this very same time- I was in the ER. For the second time of that week.
The first time was Monday night- when I had to abruptly end a reunion dinner with my friends Anne & Malinda, so that my brother could drive me to the ER. I was in serious pain and scared because I had no idea what was wrong with me.
I left the ER 2 1/2 hours later without seeing a dr, and by my choice. I was feeing better, and they wanted to stick an IV in me-- Hellllllll no!
The next day I saw my naturepath, who sent me to Urgent care. No one could seem to figure out, though there were several theories in the works. I was feeling a little better- the intense pain had subsided by the time I had made it to bed the night before.
But Wednesday morning found me back at Urgent care in pain- they, baffled, sent me back to the ER.
Once admitted into the ER, and after the 4th attempt, the nice male nurse put an IV in my right arm ( Now my arm is all bruised up and it looks like I had the crap beat out of me..). A round of morphine and a pelvic ultrasound later (hey that's the most action I have had in months!), the very cute and friendly (married) doctor informed me that I had a cyst on my right ovary, roughly the size of a golfball.
I was elated! FINALLY I knew what was wrong.
So now what?
Well we wait to see that it shrinks down in month or so.
Take ibuprofin for the pain- Vicadin if needed for intense pain.
Acupuncture on my abdomen.
Avoid strenuous activity (good thing I am currently sans love-ah...)- anything that might cause my cyst to rupture (which = another $$$$ visit to the ER and LOTS OF INTENSE PAIN.)
I am happy to be alive, my friends, and my ovaries and I have had a major bonding expereince.
Also, many thanks to my brother Derrick, and Athena and her mom, for looking after me, laughing at/with me, and being there for me in those moments when I was really, really scared. I love you both so much!!