I woke up this morning at 7am and whilst I was having a shower I didn't feel right at all - was really dizzy, but put it down to not having breakfast and carried on as normal. A wee while later whilst I was making some food the dizziness got worse and I started feeling very short of breath to the point where I felt like I was about to collapse. I managed to get back to the bedroom to wake OH up and he called the NHS 24 phoneline...
...Whilst he was on the phone to them I started to get this nasty pain near to my left hip bone. The pain felt like the flesh was being gripped and twisted from the inside and had me doubled up, then it would fade away and come back fifteen minutes later. Of course, I thought I was having a miscarriage and got very upset. An ambulance arrived and took me to hospital where I was poked and prodded. Whilst in the ambulance the pain got so bad that the paramedic gave me gas and air which was *bliss*!! At the hospital, the doctor felt my mini-bump which was agony, then asked if I'd been bleeding (I hadn't). She started to mutter about a "possible ectopic" until she saw my notes and saw that I had an ultrasound last week and everything seemed fine then.
So... later on the doctor put a venflon in my hand so that I could be hooked to a drip and sent me to the Early Pregnancy Unit at Yorkhill for another scan to make sure everything was fine with baby. OH and I got there and pretty soon they had me in the little room and I was being scan, where they finally found out what was causing the pain -
Some ovarian cysts had ruptured!
Utter agony, and the chances are it'll happen again whilst my uterus stretches and grows, displacing my ovaries and possibly making more cysts rupture. At least I got to see the baby again, has grown another 1cm this week and was wriggling around like he/she had ants in its pants! It was great seeing the wee one again, I can't wait for my booking scan (which should be in the next couple of weeks) so I can see him or her again.
So, that was my exciting/terrifying morning!
__________________ age - 22
diagnosed - 1999
5'11" tall/231lbs
Meds - was taking Dianette (BCP) stopped July 02 - Started Metformin 2000mg Dec 2005.
Off Metformin February 2006 - pg!!!!
Wow what a tough day. I thought I would give you guys a laugh. The following is apparently a true story.
Bad Day at Work
This is even funnier when you realize it's real! Next time you have a bad day at work....think of this guy.
Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.
Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to a radio station in
Ft.Wayne, Indiana,who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won.
Hi Sue,
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea I wear a suit to the office It's a wetsuit.
This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial' water heater'; This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a hose, which is taped to the air hose.
Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints.
What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my ass started to itch.
So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my ass started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done.
In agony I realized what had happened. The machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it.
However, the crack of my ass was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my ass.
I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically.
Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression.
When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.
As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my ass as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my
ass was swollen shut.
So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how
much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.
What a morning! 
Eva
