So, where was I? Oh yeah, February. So I had some unusual spotting and decided to go to my OB/GYN to see what was going on. The night before my appointment, J and I had gone to the movies and on the way home I was telling him about different things I had read about on the Internet concerning infertility. I felt that there was something very wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. One condition I had talked to him about was PCOS (Polycysitic Ovarian Syndrome). I did not feel I had most of the symptoms that go along with it though.
The next afternoon I went to the Dr.'s office. As I sat in the waiting room, I began to feel my heart race and I was beginning to have somewhat of a panic attack. I was terrified at what I was going to hear. When I was called back to the area where they take your weight and BP I began to cry. It was bad. I was so embarrassed and I kept saying "I'm OK,".
I went into an exam room and waited patiently (OK, maybe not patiently). I have been seeing this particular doctor for a few years and had really liked her, but when Dr. L walked into the room and saw me crying she just nonchalantly asked "What's wrong? Why are you so upset?" That should have been a foreshadowing moment for me! I mean hello... you know I'm here because something is wrong! But anyway, I explained to her what had been going on. She decided to give me a pelvic exam to "see" what was going on. I have never had that much pain before. Wow! She was alllllllll up in there. Ha! I thought she was going to rip an ovary out to look at it! She said to me "It feels like you have a cyst." This was said very matter-of-factly. She then said she would draw some blood and I needed to come back in a week for an U/S to look at my ovaries. There was little time for me to ask her any sort of questions because she was off to the next patient. But I was terrified! A cyst? That seemed so awful. I had no idea what to expect.
I waited a few minutes for the lab tech to come in and draw my blood. She, of course, couldn't find a vein. So, one apple juice, two arms, and a second opinion later, she was able to s-l-o-w-l-y get the 8 or 9 vials she needed. I was worried I would pass out because that was a lot of blood and because I was still so upset. I asked to lay down for a few minutes.
On my way home I needed to stop at the gas station to fill up the tank. I was so upset still and still crying. When I pulled in I tried to stop crying and pull myself together somewhat. I swiped my card and began to pump the gas. All of a sudden, the pump started to get very slow- like the big tank was empty. Next thing I know, some lady is running out of the gas station yelling at me to stop pumping. Boy was she yelling! She was saying I was stealing and I hadn't paid for my gas. I kept saying "I swiped my card! I swiped my card!" Then she yelled that I would need to go inside right away. I went to get my purse and the other lady inside thought I was getting ready to bolt so she came out to yell at me! Once inside, the lady told me I needed to swipe my card in there. She saw my tears and thought it was from her and began to apologize, but I was freaked out! the other lady went out to tell some guy he could go ahead and pump into his car. When I talked to J about this mess he said that it must have been that they accidentally turned my pump on when the other guy had gone in to pre-pay. I had not actually entered my pin number when I originally swiped because I was so distraught! HA! What a day!!
I went home and waited just about the longest week of my life until I could go back for the U/S.
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