What a weekend...

What a weekend. Last week was a long week of late nights at work, so I was relieved when Friday rolled around and I had a relatively easy day ahead of me. That was thwarted by Mike's text around noon, however: "Bad news." I hate when he does things like that! I quickly wrote back, asking him to fill me in on. It turns out there was a huge explosion (of beer) in the basement just as he was leaving for work, and when he went down to check it out there was beer and glass shrapnel everywhere. Then, as he was trying to clean it up, he spilled a container of bleach on our dirty clothes pile. Sigh. So Friday night was spent in a surprise trip to Appliance Smart to buy a new beer refrigerator. Double sigh.

Saturday dawned bright and early for my first official group training run. Remember how I'm signed up for the Monster Series this year? Well, I did the Polar Dash 5K on New Years and the Get Lucky 7K last weekend, so now my next race is a pikermi (aka half marathon) on June 5. Luckily Team Ortho (the group that organizes these races) also organizes free group training runs! Technically they had them for the 7K and 21K last weekend, but I didn't think I needed a group to help train for a 7K, and I hate running outside in the winter... and I chickened out. But now that I was fired by my running buddy, I figured there was no time like the present! Saturday was the first official training run for the Minneapolis Marathon and Half Marathon, and the first official training run for yours truly.  I was really nervous about it, but I actually found 2 people who ran at my pace! (Thanks, Katie and Mark!) It was enough fun that I'm planning to continue to in the upcoming weekends.

Except maybe not next weekend, as I'm still recovering from a medical emergency. Triple sigh.

Sunday was supposed to be a day of relaxation for me. I had (TMI alert!) horrible menstrual cramps, and was feeling kind of miserable about not being pregnant yet another month. Then the cramps got worse. And I started getting shooting pain in my abdomen. And the ibuprofen didn't do any good. And I lost my appetite. And I started vomitting. And the pain kept getting worse.

Looking back, my symptoms were a little alarming, to say the least. But at the time I thought it was just "period pain on steroids." So I laid on the couch all day, reading and watching The Office on Netflix.

When I woke up on Monday morning, the pain was so bad I could barely stand up straight. I finally called the nurse hotline, and told her through my tears that the pain was about a 6 or 7. She told me I was crazy - if I was in tears from the pain, it was probably more than "moderate" and I should probably get to the ER soon, as in immediately. So I woke Mike up and off we went.

Six hours and I-don't-want-to-even-think-how-many dollars later, I was sent home with vicodin, super powered ibuprofen, and an anti-nausea pill. Why, you ask? Well, apparently I have ovarian cysts and one of them had ruptured. Yikes.

So now that's one more thing to add to the ever-growing list of fertility issues. Apparently there's lots of different types of benign cysts, so I'll need some follow-up testing to figure out what the cause is and how it might be affecting my fertility. Right now the ER doctor (and the post-ER doctor I saw this morning since my regular MD is on vacation) are all leaning toward endometriosis as the most likely cause, but we'll have to wait until all the test results are back.

Quadruple sigh. In the meantime, could you all pray that none of my remaining cysts rupture? It was incredibly painful and I'd rather not go through that again. And on that note, I'm off to take more pain meds and to get some rest.