So the night before last my boyfriend and I have a little romp (if you
know what I mean), and I fall asleep. Less than 15 minutes later I wake
up and am in excruciating pain. It felt like I was either in labor or
someone was stabbing from the inside of my uterus and out through my
vagina. I thought I was going to die. I couldn't move it hurt so bad.
My boyfriend wanted to bring me to the emergency room, but I refused. I
took 3 ibuprofen and fell asleep.

Yesterday I woke up and I was still in a little bit of pain, so we
decided it would be best if I went to urgent care just to see if they
could find out what's wrong with me. As soon as they read my little
sheet stating why I was there, a nurse came rushing out and started
asking me all of these questions, and they basically bumped me up to the
front of the line. I got brought right into the next available room.
The nurse and doctor checked me out, did a urine test to rule out a
urinary tract infection, kidney stones, and an ectopic pregnancy. It
was none of the above, so they pushed around on my stomach, and told me
I had to go to the emergency room right away.

Now, I'm only 18, so I freak out. My boyfriend had gone to the store
while I was in there because he didn't want to wait in the waiting room,
not that you can really blame him. So they asked me if they could call
one of my parents. Now for those of you who know me, you know that I
don't talk to my parents. So that freaked me out more, and I burst into
tears. They asked me which parent I would prefer that they call, and
they called my dad. He said that he would meet me at the hospital as
soon as he could, he had to leave work and drive an hour to get there.
So I called my boyfriend, was crying on the phone, told him he had to
drive me to the ER.

So we get the the ER and they sit me down in the waiting room. I must
have waited about a half hour to forty five minutes, which wasn't that
bad, considering they bumped me up in front of people there too. They
had me go into one of the little curtained off areas, put me in a
hospital gown. (very very attractive fashion statement I must say...and
I think my favorite part was my cute little ass hanging out the back
lol). They asked me some questions about the pain I was having, did
some vitals, moved me to a DIFFERENT bed, one that was more secluded. I
waited for a while, pretty scared, my boyfriend trying to keep me calm,
holding my hand and rubbing my head. My dad finally got there. Funny
thing was my dad had yet to meet my boyfriend. (how's that for an
awkward meeting, huh?). They took some blood from me, hooked me up to
an iv. Now, mind you, this didn't all happen that quickly. I was
waiting for a long time. Then they had the men leave and they did a
full pelvic exam on me. Ladies, you know how great those are. Well, I
had never had one before, really, so I was a little nervous and
uncomfortable, and then to top it off I had a male doctor doing it. And
to top THAT off the doctor looks at me and says "you have a very healthy
looking vagina. Good girl". I wanted to die.

They bring my dad and boyfriend back in, and we're waiting for a little
bit. The doctor comes in and tells me that they are going to do a cat
scan to make sure I don't have appendicitis. So they bring in this
drink that I have to drink for contrast. It's a tablet that they mixed
into crystal lite lemonade. Now, again, for those of you who know me, I
loathe the taste of anything sweet. So I drank about a quarter of the
first cup (I was supposed to drink two full ones), and couldn't do it.
So I had the nurse tell the guy making the drinks to just mix it into
water. Well, he comes back with it mixed into hawaiian punch. Same
issue there with that. Finally I talk him into bringing it to me in
water. The freaking thing tastes like dish water...it was soapy and
bubbly and nasty. I chugged the one glass, got to the bottom, and
swallowed a chunk of nastiness. Apparently it hadn't dissolved all the
way. I gagged, and couldn't get through the second glass, so they told
me I had to drink a bunch of water to help it move through my digestive
tract. So I'm sitting there with freaking saline being pumped into my
water and being forced to chug glass after glass of water. I had to pee
about every 15 minutes, which, was a chore, because they had to keep
unhooking me from the iv. About two hours later they finally bring me
in to do the cat scan.

Well, they want to use the iv contrast with the cat scan. So they take
the first picture normally. I slide onto the bed, get sent through the
machine. You have to hold your breath when the picture is being taken,
no biggie. You hold your breath for about 10 seconds, and then you can
breath again. So then they come back in to inject the dye into my iv.
A really hot sensation crawls up my arm and I feel like my entire body
is on fire. Then I get this horrible sensation that I have peed myself.
The ct scan guy assured me that this was normal, and he leaves the room
to take the second picture. Well, this time, I had to hold my breath
for about 25 seconds, the guy warned me. Again, no big deal. I can do
that. Well, the machine tells you when you need to hold your breath and
when to breath in. I hold my breath when they tell me to, and start
counting...ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, fourty seconds,
fifty seconds later it tells me to breath. I thought I was going to
pass out because the dye itself made my heart speed up. Not cool at
all.

They wheel my bed back into my room, and I look and feel like crap. I'm
dizzy from the dye and the excess of water I had had, and I just want to
know whether or not I have appendicitis. About 40 minutes later a
different doctor than the one I started with came in and told me that
they were not able to see my appendix because I'm skinny and all of my
organs are shoved on top of each other, but what they did find was a
cyst on my ovary. It appeared that the cyst had ruptured, causing the
horrible pain. They go on to tell me that it needs to be monitored to
make sure that it doesn't grow, that I may have cancer, that when I'm
older I'll probably have fertility problems and oh! by the way, every
month at the same point in my menstrual cycle I'm going to have horrible
pain. They told me I need to see my GYN to get an ultrasound done, and
that if they put me on the pill, it may shrink the cyst, but they're not
sure. Then they said that I could either stay over night in the
hospital or I could take it easy that night and the next day.

So basically, here I am, drugged up on codine, overly hydrated from the
freaking water and saline they made me eat, and home sick from work for
the second day in a row because I have a freaking growth on my overy.

That was my day from hell yesterday.