Yesterday at 4:30 pm: Sudden, intense, incredibly sharp pain in my left ovary - unlike the dull, throbbing pain from the past couple of weeks. I'd just been helping a coworker set up for an event when it happened. I couldn't breathe. I was doubled over and holding back tears. The pain radiated through my abdomen and chest.
5:30 pm: Clock out time, and I'm still in pain. I decide to head straight to urgent care.
6 pm: Check in at urgent care. They get me right back and (shocker!) insist on a pregnancy test. Negative. The doctor decides to take a chest x-ray of my abdomen. The doc sees a large "sack" stretching from my left ovary up into my chest. She tells me to get to an emergency room. It's possibly the sac is air, and that I have an obstructed bowel.
6:45 pm: Meet Joey at home and head to the hospital.
7:30 pm: At the hospital. Checked in. Let the waiting commence.
8 pm: Waiting.
9 pm: Waiting.
10 pm: Waiting.
Sometime between 10:30 and 11 pm: The hospital staff tells Joey, in his final visit to the registration desk, that they don't know when they can see me. The guy sitting next to the desk, who was brought in about 20-30 minutes after I was via ambulance, tells Joey he was HIT BY A CAR. He's been bleeding in the ER for over two hours and hasn't been seen.
We both tell the ER staff to go fuck themselves and leave.
8 am: After a night of minimal sleep, the pain is slowly improving. Still unconvinced that this is a bowel issue, I decide to call my RE.
11:30 am: The nurse calls me back. I have an appointment for 1:45 pm.
1:45 pm: Vital signs taken. High BP, high pulse, and a fever. RE listens to my bowel signs. Minimal, he says, but he doesn't think that's it either. Time for the ultrasound.
Ruptured ovarian cyst. Luckily, I had minimal internal bleeding. Doc's orders: no spicy foods, no greasy foods, and no strenuous activity. I will report to the hospital immediately if my fever increases, if my pain increases, or if I have trouble pooping. (Ha!) I must call tomorrow and give him an update, regardless, and he'll see me back on CD 5, 6, or 7 to see if the fluid is gone . . . and to see if the fluid he saw toward my right ovary is endo related.
Morals of this story? Don't be a jackass like me and ignore your pain. Go with your gut instinct. And, if you live in Orlando, never go to Florida Hospital East.