You are about to know more about me than you really ever cared to know.
If hearing about medical stuff grosses you out, then the short story is: I'm fine!
The long story is: I don't have an angry appendix. Apparently I have angry ovaries. For the two men reading this blog I am sorry to write about ovaries on the ol' blog. But it is what it is.
Here is the main point of the whole silly saga...Apparently my ovaries are twins that enjoy dressing alike, we'll call them Lefty and Righty, and they are identical in that they both have cysts that are hemorrhaging, just a bit. Apparently, this is actually a painful thing, unless you have tough ovaries like mine, that are only hurt when the cysts get bored and decide it's time to bust. According to the sonograms and ex-rays the bleeding has stopped, and I may have some discomfort for a little while, but things should resolve themselves with time.
Lefty has a cyst as well. If I have pain on that side sometime soon, I will know why.
Since the ER staff and docs thought that my story was going to end with me in the Operating Room, I had been kept (NPO) all day. Which meant I had had nothing to eat or drink all day, with the exception of three gigantic cups of ice cold "contrast" that I needed for the CT ex-ray. Yummy stuff, let me tell you...
Out of all the things they did to me, hearing that I would have to stay the night regardless of surgery, was the most painful thing (and the only thing I actually shed tears over). I couldn't stand the thought of being there all night. As long as my major organs were fully operational, I couldn't see any reason why I should stay, so I got the OB/GYN doc to discharge me.
So that's the scoop. I am at home, taking ibuprofen because narcotics aren't necessary. I have promised to take it easy today. But tomorrow I am going back to the regularly scheduled program, because as long as I know that my appendix isn't going to explode I am pretty much all about moving on with life. Grouchy ovaries and all.
La Vida Dulce