How often do I write journal entries?  Probably not often enough, but I have news (and I don't want that list of DA FAQs on my profile page).

1.  I'm going to be moving to South Dakota in early June, and will probably not have internet for at least a few weeks.  It's a scary and exciting thing, but it'll be good in the long run (sorry if I haven't told anyone in person).

2.  I got a new phone because my idiot brother decided to steal it and text random people, including those whom I work under.  My new phone has a password so this won't happen again.  It's the same number, so it should still be working, but if it doesn't, email me.

3.  (And the biggest news)  I'm pregnant.  Two months along and I'll be going to get my first ultrasound and am going to see a gynecologist tomorrow.  
























And, if you totally fell for this, I'm kidding.  I'm not pregnant.

But I do have other news.  It's not big or anything, but late yesterday night to early this morning, I had quite a scare in that area though.  Basically what happened was that my lower abdomen started hurting, went to the bathroom to see if I was bleeding, wasn't, and then the pain suddenly intensified to at least a 9/10.  It was a constant sharp pain, and was so bad I could hardly get up from the floor of the bathroom.  Mom had been drinking so couldn't drive me to the hospital so called for an ambulance to my utter horror.  Half of me was thinking that it was probably just something I ate and was absolutely nothing to call an ambulance over, and the other half of me was thinking that this was serious because it felt like my insides were ripping apart.

Got in the ambulance, the nice paramedic person put an IV in my arm (which wasn't as bad as I thought it would be at first), and was very nice about it throughout the ride even though it could have been just a bad reaction to food.  On the way to the hospital, some idiot pulled out of the driveway too fast and we almost hit them--can you imagine having to call for another ambulance?  We got to the hospital safely though, needing only one ambulance, but by the time I get to the hospital room, my pain's gone.  At this point, I'm feeling like an idiot, that there was no reason to have called for anyone, that I should have just rode out the pain in my room, but it was too late, so on with the procedure.

I get it; doctors need to ask questions, but why on earth do there need to be five nurses and doctors, one by one, asking me the exact same questions?  I understand the paramedics asking me questions, and the doctors inside the hospital having to ask the same questions, and another doctor in a different section of the hospital needing to ask these questions, but nurses and doctors within a spitting distance of each other?  How many times do I have to say "I'm not sexually active" for them to get the point that there is no way in heaven, hell or on earth that I am pregnant (hence the joke).  Is being 21 and a virgin so hard to believe?  Plus I had to repeat that my last period was between two to three weeks ago, but that was a total guess because I never keep track because I'm always so irregular that there's no point in keeping track.  Plus I was getting so freaked out, I barely knew the date.  I didn't even realize what time it was: I thought it was eight at night, but it was actually eleven.

So, after playing five rounds of twenty questions, giving a urine sample, and having my blood drawn (I thought that was worse than the IV because I have small veins in my other arm), I finally get rolled down to someone whom would "actively" seek out the problem if there was a problem at all.  Yes, the blood and urine samples were being tested if I had any diseases, or parasites, or anything, I get it, but at the time, no matter how much I love watching "House" or "Untold Stories of the ER", I just felt like nothing was getting done on that end, and it was barely one in the morning by the time I was being rolled away from the hospital room (about a hour since Mom had called for a paramedic).

I'm rolled to the ultrasound rooms to a really nice doctor, and it was so nice being in that part of the hospital since besides me and mom, there was only my new doctor and another doctor.  It was quiet.  And there were no more in-an-out nurses or doctors.  After about ten minutes with the ultrasound, this doctor sees the problem:  I had an ovarian cyst that ruptured.  Basically, a cyst is a blister that can be filled with fluid, blood or tissue, and it burst, and that fluid irritates the uterus, hence the severely sharp pains.  It's not cancer (thank gosh), and it's pretty common in women, so I'm glad it was nothing to worry about, but I'm also glad it wasn't something as small as it just being bad food either.  She takes quite a few pictures, measuring my uterus, ovaries, and the cyst, checking the blood flow and all of that, so it takes about another hour altogether.

I had to stay longer though because she couldn't see my left ovary clearly, so I had to fill my recently emptied bladder.  That didn't take too long, and my left ovary didn't look like it had any cysts.  Then I was rolled back to my room where I had to wait for a doctor who loved to stand too close to the bed, giving me a pamphlet about ruptured cysts, and if I was having these pains again that the best thing to do was to warm the area with a heating pad or a warm water bottle, or taking a fifteen to twenty minute bathe, and wait for about an hour--any longer and it wasn't a ruptured cyst and I should be heading to the hospital.  Got discharged, took a cab home and made it home at three in the morning.  During the whole time though, the worst part of it, other than the pain, was the IV.  All the walking and rolling with the thing in my arm annoyed me so bad.  The puncture still annoys me.

TLDR:  Bad news--I had a ruptured ovarian cyst.  Good news--I'm no longer afraid of getting blood drawn and won't hesitate to donate blood at the next blood drive.