I am officially an Ovarian Cyster... If this is TMI for you already, best not read on.
So, after much and much pain in the lower left pelvic region (not pleasant!), and everyone from my mother to my relief society president telling me to go to the doctor, I go. And after an internal ultrasound-yes, it's as bad as it sounds- the Doc finds cysts on the ovaries. Lots and lots of cysts. Swiss cheese style. AKA Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.
Anyway, none were ruptured, so that's not what the pain is from, says Doctor. He doesn't know what the pain is from and neither do I! But I want to. Maybe someday I will.
I am not sure what to think about all this news. I don't want pity, but then again I don't really know how bad it can be. I'm thinking not that bad unless one of them explodes in my insides... am I right? However, it does have some fertility consequences. Not that we want to have a kid now or in the near future, but someday that day will come. But will it? I dunno?
If anyone knows my family, you know there were 6 of us. You might be thinking "Yay! Lots of grandbabies for the granparents!" Not so; only two of us can have kiddos. And one of those two had her tubes tied (not me). Therefore, there will be minimal grandbabies from that child. So who's it up to to provide the granchildren?? Me. But what now? What if that's not in the plans for me?
Sorry to rant. Rant over.