WTF. Just when I think things are about to start heading in the right direction, they implode.
So Monday I had a dentist appointment in Scarborough, which took up the greatest portion of my day. Afterwards, I went over to my parents’ house, planning on just staying for supper. However, someone (Melissa who shall remain nameless) convinced me falsely that the season finale of The Bachelorette was on and it was gonna be sooooo good that I just had to stay and watch it. Well, it wasn’t the finale but I stayed anyway and by the time it was done, it was a bit too late for me to head all the way back downtown. I ended up staying the night.
Fast forward a few hours to just around 5-ish in the morning. I am woken from my peaceful slumber by the pain of a quickly intensifying stomachache. And no matter which way I roll or curl the pain continues to intensify, snaking all the way around my lower abdomen and my lower back. I decide to get up and go into the washroom as a precautionary measure, but as soon as I get there the need to puke is upon me. There’s nothing in my stomach after a night of sleeping, so it’s mostly futile retching with the occasional appearance of stomach bile. I stand, but can’t really and end up mostly hunched over with the vice-like pain that continues to grip my middle. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I’m as white as a sheet. I try to sit on the couch, but sitting is too much so I go back to bed and blessedly soon fall back to sleep.
When I woke up a few hours later, the pain was all but gone, but I’d never had a stomachache like that before, so I called my doctor and made an appointment for later that afternoon. And as it turns out, the most likely cause for my crazy pain is a ruptured ovarian cyst! Yep, you heard me right. And I thought last week’s chest cold was bad.
So I have to wait until tomorrow to get an ultrasound which should confirm the diagnosis. But on the upside, if it’s already ruptured, then that pretty much means that it’s over and done with, which in turn means that there isn’t really anything to be done about it and the pain probably won’t be coming back. (You know, as long as it doesn’t get infected or something redonkulous like that.)
So crazy, I know. And just when I thought I could actually get started on that whole “life focus” plan I had for this time off from work. So no strenuous activity for me until I know for sure what’s going on with my insides, which also means I can’t work out. And I may have only been jokingly thinking it before, but now it’s totally true in my mind: As soon as you slow down and give yourself a break after so many years on the go, your body really does fall apart! Be warned!
All the better to repair and prepare itself for the future, I guess…
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