In college, I had my first ovarian cyst rupture. It was so painful. Between freshmen and sophmore year of college, it happened five or six times. Finally, the OB put me on birth control to regulate it and stop it from happening. The pain was gone. I didn't have any problems for years. That is, until I stopped taking birth control in 2003. I had one rupture then. Then I got pregnant with Allie a month later.
A few months after Allie's death, we were in Utah with our family for Thanksgiving when it happened again. Trying for Maggie, I had three ovarian cysts burst. Unfortunately, Dennis told me that the only thing that he could put me on to stop it from happening was birth control.
A month ago, I went to see Dennis and had an IUD removed. We're officially trying! So, it should be no surprise that guess what happened? Yeah, I had an ovarian cyst burst this weekend. As soon as it started, I knew what was going on. And we were at a birthday party of one of Maggie's classmates. As soon as we could, I hightailed it home for a heating pad and the fetal position.
It's been almost a week. Now, I'm cramping BAD. I've never experience this level of cramping. I called this morning but the nurse said beyond pain killers, there's nothing that will make it stop. He speculates that after a year and a half of having an IUD, my body is trying hard to ovulate, and I'm feeling it. Fun.
I came home from work this afternoon to get on my couch and in my pjs. I feel whiney. I feel bitchy. The pain killers aren't making the pain subside. It is more than just regular cramps, going into my back (the nurse said it can radiate to the back, that's common, but damn I still don't like it!). I have the half marathon in two weeks and hurt too much to train. The next two weeks of work are supposed to be our two toughest, longest weeks of the year with Heroes and Handbags Houston and Dallas happening April 1st and 3rd.
I don't have time for this shit.