Who Knew The Pain Would Get Worse…

27 Feb

I’m on pain meds, so I apologize if this makes no sense,

Well, I wish I was here to tell you a new tale of debauchery.  I wish I was here to tell you about the hot-ass guy that told me he just had to see me tomorrow night.  I even wish I was here to tell you I am taking a break from the douchebaggeryness because I am just too damn fine to deal with all of this.  But alas, I am not.  I am here to tell you that my ovaries have raged an all-out war on me.  Yes, my lovely skanks, my ovaries held a meeting-only inviting each other.

And what did they decide? Read on.

I went to the ED on Wednesday night because I had some bad pain.  The ultrasound revealed that I had a cyst on my right ovary.  I was given some high doses of narcotics to take at home.  Done.

And I was alright for a day and a half.  I kept my lunch date with Jake.  We walked around town for a little bit.  I wasn’t feeling great, but I felt as to be expected.

That night I had a problem sleeping.  I chalked it up to the narcotics-they make me restless.  At 245 in the morning, The pain was excruciating.  I took two doses of my pain medicine and laid back down.

I was repeating this action the whole next day.  I dozed fitfully and only got up when it was time  to take more meds.  Around 500pm, it got worse.  How the hell can it get any worse?!? I was running a fever.  The pain was making me yell out loud.  I couldn’t stand, I couldn’t sit or lay down.  I couldn’t find a comfortable position.  I am not much of a crier, but DAMN.

So back to the hospital it was.  Another ultrasound was done, and where one cyst was two days prior, there were now MANY.

And guess who was amazing enough to keep me company at the hospital?  Jake.  He showed up with some books.  Sat with me from eight to midnight.  He was such a trooper.  And I know he HATES hospitals.  I told him to stay home, but he said I was worth it.  Aawww…why can’t a straight men talk like that?

So here I am, waiting for test results, and receiving a strong dose of pain medicine every two hours.  Right now the doctor’s guess is that I have polycystic ovarian syndrome.  Back when I was fifteen, the doctors all had assumed I had PCOS.  Now, I wait for the results to be sure.  SIGH.

A big fucking SIGH!

Love, Esme


8 Responses to “Who Knew The Pain Would Get Worse…”

  1. j February 27, 2011 at 8:04 am #

    Oh no! I do hope you feel better soon. Take care.

    • Esme February 28, 2011 at 3:13 pm #

      Thanks, J!

  2. MyDatingHangovers February 27, 2011 at 4:49 pm #

    Oh no!!! Poor thing and no! You can’t give up on the douche experience.

    I feel your pain, I recently had my stint in the ER for several hours only to be told my cyst wasn’t big enough nor had it ruptured, so nothing could be done with it. I go through this shit about once every three years, so while it isn’t frequent the initial onset of pain is a motherfucker!

    What can I say about Jake? He is truly a great guy and I really don’t think him being gay has anything to do with it. Sometimes you just meet compassionate men.

    Feel better dear and thanks for keeping us updated, high on painkillers and all!

    • Esme February 28, 2011 at 3:12 pm #

      Nah, I don’t think him being gay has anything to do with it either. It just seems all of the compassionate men I meet ARE gay. It just figures.

      This pain is just…unreal. I am not a pussy when it comes to pain. I had two kids without one epidural, I refused pain meds when I dislocated my ankle, I’m just not a big wuss. But holy douchebag this is awful!!!

  3. nikki04 February 28, 2011 at 7:07 am #

    YIKES!! I hope you are feeling better and on the mend! I have a friend with this, and she’s been there! She’s better now but – ouch!!!!

  4. thoughtsappear March 2, 2011 at 9:22 am #

    Ow…I hope you’re feeling better soon!

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