The Queen's Rambles

My ovarian hairball (aka dermoid cyst) has been acting up. It started hurting Sunday. By Monday I was ready to go to the ER, but what can they do? I took a lot of Advil and hoped I wouldn’t start vomiting (good ol’ Dr. Google told me to go to the ER immediately if that started happening). I am pretty sure this pain outbreak is related to ovulation, but who knows. Maybe the egg tried to burst through the cyst? I have no idea. I’m not a doctor.

I finally had got in to see the doc and have a sono this morning. I basically begged them for surgery and the doctor said that’s all they can do. My understanding is that a dermoid cyst happens when an egg goes crazy and decides to make a baby without the help of a sperm. It just starts growing random stuff. There is no treatment but surgery. You can live with them a long time, but if they start giving you trouble you have to have them out.

Mine has doubled in size in the past 18 months. I had to have an internal sono, which sucks so hard. I would like to give all the men who force women to undergo an internal sonogram before an abortion an anal probe. Someone you are not intimate with is sticking a giant dildo in your hoo-haw. Obviously I consented because it was medically necessary, but to force someone to do that for “moral” reason is nothing less than rape. Maybe you’d have to have one to understand how awful it is.

Anyway, the surgery scheduler is supposed to call me today or tomorrow. Hopefully I can get on the schedule sooner rather than later. My mom will be here a few more weeks, so let’s cross our fingers they can do it while she is here. Plus, it’d be fantastic to get this pain out of my side. Pain makes me grouchy.

He is going to try to do it laproscopically, but if that doesn’t work he’ll have to cut me open and give me a c-section without the baby. Obviously I am hoping the laproscopic surgery works. Recovery from a c-section is no joke, but at least I wouldn’t have a newborn sucking at my teat 24/7.

Speaking of caring for an infant, I believe I smell something that needs to be taken care of. My life is so glamorous!