Saturday, May 09, 2009
Ovary Zero Cyst One
Instead of having a girls night playing flashlight tag and ghost in the graveyard with a bunch of wino'd up mommies from my son's school, I spent the evening in a boxing match.
Instead of sharing my famous homemade chocolate chip cookies with my favorite mommies from Jack's school, while drinking wine and playing ghost in the graveyard and flashlight tag for our monthly girls night out, I got my ass kicked by a follicular cyst.
Just after I picked up Jackson from school I got this "pain" on my left side. Thinking it was gas from all the samples of cookie dough I'd tested while making cookies for my girls night out evening, I ignored it. Until I got punched by it again and again, and suddenly it felt as though a piece of me were laying on a very hot beach somewhere.
Too hot too touch, and when touched the pain heightened upon release of the area in question.
I knew this wasn't Pam's usual routine. So, off we go to Urgent care.
Urgent care determines that I'm not pregnant, as well as determines that I have been wiping the right way, there is no urinary tract infection, but they also see that my white blood cell count is raised, I'm in pain, the belly region is tender with palpitations and I'm in pain. They determine that I must be sent to the Emergency room.
Not before giving me a shot in my ass of dilaudid, which within 15minutes, I had awful pressure in my chest. The EKG is taken, my heart rate is well over 100something and my blood pressure was erratic. I was having a hard time swallowing and I felt quite faint.
A reaction. After more monitoring with the heart rate, it's determined that I'm safe to be transferred to Central Dupage Hospital.
There, in the Emergency Room, I'm seen by a rude ass nurse, questioned many times on the "one a scale of one to ten,.." and poked and prodded.
After IVs, Toradol,(which did nothing for me but give me stomach irritation), more blood draws and an ultrasound they discover fluid hanging out just beyond my abdomen near my ovaries.
I had a cyst.
But it ruptured and was no longer present, just the fluid was left over hanging around.
It wasn't the usual culprits, because remember, cysts rupture every month, the normal ones we just don't feel. This one, yes, wasn't usual. This one was more like, powie owie!
So more shots in my ass for antibiotics *just in case,* more Dilaudid with Benedryl this time, another reaction expect this particular bitch of a nurse just said, "it's part of the pain medicine. Sure, it was, until I could barely swallow and then out came the EKG's and more monitoring because my body is just quite sensitive to this. This was a very small dose too. Grrr.
Finally, "feeling" like I was at a pain level of about 3, I'm able to go home.
Start time of match: 6:00pm
End time: 3:30something am.
I get home and head immediately to the fridge for some left over fried chicken and some chocolate chip cookies for healing.
It was a very long night, there's nothing that can be done after the rupture, it's just fluid and nothing with teeth or blood filled, so I'm able to go home.
But I'm tired and in pain and just.frustrated.
The good news is Mothers Day leisure starts one day early for me, and my darling husband, Brian, presented me with an early Mother's day present; THE SHACK! I cannot wait to read it!
Happy Mothers Day to Everyone!
*an ultrasound example of a follicular cyst* (not mine, the doctor wouldn't let me take home pictures for a show and share session.) At least he wasn't as big of a bitch as the cold hearted nurse was...dumb broad.
The cyst won this time, but next time I'll make certain that my Ovary sucker punches the cyst right out of ovarian park.