Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Let's visit Harborview's ER?

Wednesday morning, I was at work munching on fruit snacks. All of a sudden I felt my stomach hurt. Eh? "Cheryl, you've done it again. Overate something you shouldn't have." I proceeded my day like so, but by lunch time I look very similiar to the mental health patient walking around Harborview. I was hunched over with my head tilted to the right and seem to be walking to the left. Continued my day on.

Thursday morning. Greg got a rude shock when he rolled over in the bed to put his arm around me. Not only did he got me, but he also got a loud yelp of pain. Refusing to look like a pansey, I went to work with Greg, meanwhile Greg kept telling me to go to the doctor. Fine. I decided to go to the ER.

For all the geeky medical people out there. Guess what it was. But first, here are some clues. 1 normal CT scan and 1 normal ultrasound. Drum roll please! It was a rupture ovarian cyst. What? Didn't even know cyst can be there.

Need not to worry, but Sunday I was back to my usual self with 1 less cyst.

3 comments:

raecatherine said...

you are one stubborn girly! glad to hear that it was not *too* serious...and that you're on the mind. moral of the story? next time listen to your husband, of course! =)

La Arana Peruana said...

Ouch! That'll probably be the last time you wait on pain huh?

Cheryl and Greg Morton said...

yeah, yeah...