Being a girl sucks

So, as many of you know, I've been poked and prodded a lot recently. In the process, we discovered that I've got a (benign) cyst on my ovary. Just hangin' out. My doctor wasn't concerned as it wasn't bothering me.

Until Tuesday. When the cyst burst.

See, uh, it hurt.

It hurt A LOT.

Like, I have a high pain tolerance. For instance: I broke my ankle in high school gym class playing basketball. I didn't cry. In fact, I finished class, and just went to the nurse at the end. The swelling alerted them to a problem, and I got X-rays. And a nifty cast.

This was 100x worse than that.

My abdomen was on fire. I couldn't move out of the fetal position. I threw up. Twice. Not because I felt nauseated, but because I just couldn't handle the pain. I shook. I twisted. I writhed. I shook.

John wanted to take me to the ER, but I don't have health insurance (yet -- I am working on it). So I took a ton of OTC painkillers, and somehow was able to find a position that as OK enough to let me sleep, half-afraid it might have been my appendix, even though I didn't have a fever.

Luckily, it was not. I woke up feeling MUCH better, though still in pain. I went to class, and took a long afternoon nap.

By Friday I was feeling 100% again. But let me tell you -- ovarian cyst bursts? Terrifying and painful stuff.

/Whine.