When I say "fun", there should be a big, flashing red sign that reads,"SARCASM."
Finally, after two tests (one which required drinking barium sulfate which, if you've ever done, you know how simply awful it tastes. If you haven't drank it before, consider yourself fortunate. VERY fortunate), two blood draws, one IV, and way too much pain, the verdict has finally been reached.
A ruptured ovarian cyst is responsible for this last week of hell.
To say I am relieved to have an answer is an understatement. When my doctor told me the diagnosis, I also can't say I was shocked that one of these darn ovarian cysts I have finally ruptured on me. (I have PCOS). I didn't think a ruptured cyst had caused all that pain, but now that I know, it makes sense.
All I can say is, thank the Lord for the medical community, for having these tests that can (usually) find what's wrong, and for leading us on the path to healing. I know that in researching my symptoms, I drove myself nuts trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I don't think there's any way I could be a doctor!
For myself, I am feeling much better, thank goodness. I'm anxious to get back into my writing, though I have been keeping quite a detailed journal lately of everything I've been going through. It's helped a lot.
I'm not quite back to 100% yet, but I am hopeful that is just around the corner. In the meantime, I am planning to have a relaxing, stress-free, and hopefully very productive writing weekend!