I exploded a what?!

Let’s cycle ourselves back a week. The 15th of February. Last Wednesday. The day was actually pretty good, overall. Very nice contrast to Tuesday. I leave work at around 3:45 pm, nothing unusual. As I start driving home, I start to get some serious pains in my lower side/belly. Now, let’s make the following note. I live about 12 miles from my job. And it’s – rush hour. Those were the longest 12 miles of my life. >___< I was wondering if I was going to crash because it hurt so very badly. Fortunately, I made it home. And then had to sit in my car for about five minutes, hoping I wouldn’t die. I also thought about just driving myself to my HMO place. But, no. I dragged myself upstairs and threw myself onto my couch and just laid there, in dire pain and unhappiness. It was quite the afternoon. I laid there for about an hour before it finally subsided. Now, you might ask – what the hell was I thinking?! Not going to the ER? Not going to the doctor? Am I stupid? Not exactly. It was more that I had had an episode like this four years ago. I went to the after hours care place of my HMO. I was poked, prodded, scanned there. And then they told me I needed to go and be admitted to the hospital so I could have a contrast scan. I go to the hospital. (My poor Roomie. She was so sweet. Driving me all over creation.) They do the scan. Drinking metal is *not* fun. >____< And I wait. And wait. And wait. Only to be told my test was inconclusive. But they were "95% sure" they knew what had happened. I had ruptured an ovum. No, not an ovary, an ovum. That’s one egg, boys. Just one egg. And they figured it had exploded itself in the Fallopian tube, so that was why it was so painful. Well. How enlightening. I spend an entire evening in pain and in the hospital to hear, “We aren’t UTTERLY sure, but we’re PRETTY sure.”

So – given the similarity of symptoms, I knew they would be able to do nothing for me. Now, I’m not completely stupid. If the pain had not subsided in a timely manner, I would have called someone and gone to the ER. In the last round, by the time I actually got to have my insides scanned – the pain was gone. So – I was working off of previous experience in not going to the ER.

But it made for an interesting day. And story. How many people can answer the question “So, how was your day?” with:

“I exploded an ovum.”