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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