Thursday, October 6, 2011
So, I had an ovarian cyst burst on me Sunday. I didn't write anything about it here, because there was so much other junk going on especially with my biopsy that I just didn't have the mental fortitude to blog about it at the time.
While mom, grandma, and W were all in the hospital last week, I had started to feel very odd. My symptoms reminded me a bit of a bladder infection, but not quite - there was no burning sensation when urinating, there was no low-grade temp, there was no frequency in the urination either. So, what was going on? I didn't know, but I was about to find out.
M and I got back to Branson on Saturday night, and by Sunday my lower abdomen was throbbing and stabbing with pain. My back and torso were radiating agonizingly as well. I couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep; I just tossed and turned all through the night.
I told Mr. C that I was pretty sure I was in the midst of an ovarian cyst bursting. He looked up all my symptoms online and soon agreed with me. By Sunday night, Mr. C was convinced I needed to go to the ER; but I refused. The adoption starts on the 18th, and the last thing we need is to spend $500 on an ER visit for nothing more than pain meds and an ultrasound, especially when I had the biopsy appointment set for Tuesday morning.
So I toughed it out...
I have to say, in all honesty, those were probably the most physically painful two days of my life. I cannot remember anything else I've gone through physically that was that excruciating. I definitely recommend avoiding having this experience to anyone.
By my appointment on Tuesday morning, my back was still throbbing but the pain was not as sharp and stabbing as before. After going through all of my symptoms and relating the fact that I started my third period in 29 days (and it was a WEIRD period!), everyone was on the same page.
I think it was shocking that I didn't go to the ER. By all accounts it is one of the most painful things a woman can go through, and normally someone enduring this would be given Vicodin to ease them through at least the first few days. I hadn't taken anything other than extra strength Tylenol along with a heating pad.
Although, I did feel good knowing that the only thing they would have done for me in the ER is do an ultrasound and give me pain meds. I felt glad that I saved us the cash for the adoption instead of running to the ER.
Today, I'm feeling much better. I even tried to get a run in for my 1/2 marathon training. I didn't make it two miles before I had to stop; but I was glad that I pushed myself to at least try.
According to the Dr. K and med sites on the Internet, the aftermath of a burst ovarian cyst can linger for up to 3 months (hooray.). I'm just praying daily that God heals me up quickly. I don't have time to be stuck dealing with these side effects with marathon training, the adoption, my mom's surgery coming up, and all the holidays on the way!
I'm curious if anyone else out there has had an ovarian cyst burst on them? If so, how long did you feel out-of-sorts? I'd be very interested to hear any and all of your stories!
Here's hoping you're all doing much better than I've been lately!