Pain. Searing pain shooting through my lower abdomen.
The onset of symptoms was slow up until this point. I had been having back and hip pains accompanied by cramping for almost a week, but I had assumed something was out of alignment. Nope.
Waves of incredible double-over, ask-for-your-mama pain had me crumpled on the floor, desperate for relief. I felt like I was in labor. Unless I magically had a baby with a full gestation period of a day, that for sure wasn’t happening. Once the pain reached an eleven and I was writhing in agony, my husband asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital. We had our two-year old sleeping peacefully in bed and our insurance is terrible for emergency service. It cost about 3 or 4 car payments for one emergency room foray, before any added cost. Once I felt like I could breath, I said yes. My husband’s demeanor changed from comforting to worry. I was obviously scared if I was willing to wake the toddler and break my frugal ties. Thankfully my dad works odd hours and was coincidentally nearby. He came to watch the kiddo while we traversed the treacherous terrain through the city to the hospital on the rich side of town. Pain was radiating through my body with a grueling intensity while my husband broke the sound barrier rushing toward the hospital.
Then the waiting game began. I feel like the jeopardy song should be playing here. We arrived by 11 and did not see a doctor or nurse until 1. Utter exhaustion accompanied the pain at this point and I could see my significant other fighting emotions and the pull of his lids.
Then the testing began, they took samples of every variety and gave me Morphine to help manage the pain. Unfortunately it was no match. I had to stop between each step to ride out the pain still.
After everything came back negative, they did a CT scan.
All of this hullabaloo over an ovarian cyst. It was 4:30 in the morning before we returned to the comfort of our own bed.
Today, the love of my life stayed home and doted on me all day. I even woke up to breakfast in bed and pain meds. My son told me all about how he was going to make me feel better and even picked fresh flowers to help me feel well.
Tomorrow, I am scheduled for an ultrasound to see if any further treatment is necessary. It may even resolve on its own over the course of the next few weeks.
Please go to your doctor if you have pain. It is better to go during the day for a scheduled checkup before you are in excessive pain.
Just knowing what it is quelled my fears. Hopefully I will unlock more pieces of the puzzle tomorrow. I also hope that I will feel up to the task of parenting an energetic toddler.
Thanks for all of you that have sent well wishes and prayers. It is felt.