I am not the most flexible of people. Little changes in plans are fine, but having the carpet pulled out from under my feet (so to speak) doesn't go down well with me.
So this morning I was 10 minutes from going out the door to my kid's party, when I was suddenly siezed with unbearable pain. Now I would say I have a pretty high pain tolerance. Between my difficult pregnancies (and their many procedures) and mega-migraines at times, I've learned to mentally manage pain (somewhat). I mean, life has to go on...
So when I say it was unbearable, I mean just that. I knew right away it was another ovarian cyst. I've had them from time to time but seem to be hitting a patch of them the last few months. And they hit just as if someone flipped a switch. From my fetal position on the floor I told hubby to get the medicine I have horded for this reason. I keep telling myself I need to get a doctor to prescribed vicodin for this, but what do I say "um.., could you give me a really strong painkiller just in case a cyst should happen to act up a few months from now?" Somehow I don't think that will fly.
Anyway, I had horded some percocet from a tooth removal so I'd have something at times like these. But it was nowhere to be found (still looking for it). Hubby was determined to take me to the hospital. But I knew they would want to do the whole nine yards: IV's, tests, ect. So I pretty much figured I had nothing to lose. I mean I felt like I was dying anyways... so why not raid the medicine cabinet.
By the by, hubby was convinced it HAD to be something else; I mean a little old female problem couldn't cause this much pain surely (ok, the sarcasm is entirely mine). I informed him in no uncertain terms (not in my sweetest voice) that women the world over go through this kind of unbearable pain, that men have no idea what we have to bear (my fellow sisters would have felt proud of me).
So I took enough painkiller that either the pain, or I myself, would be knocked out (and I didn't care which one). Thus, I have slept the day away, and it took the edge off to where I can now walk around carefully.
Truthfully, I will probably be just fine tommorrow, as it usually only lasts for a day or so. But I have decided I will have to trim some of my plans for the next few days. Time lost is just that. I sure did not expect this day to turn out as it has.