I'm pretty sure what the ob-gyn is going to say when I call. I'm thinking cyst. Cysts? Cysteria? A few clues (or, self-delusions):
Clue 1: on Monday, the ultrasound technician was so apologetic that I had to tell her to stop saying "I'm sorry." She said I had my fists balled up in front of my chest and she thought I might hit her. I asked what that object was on the screen was that she kept measuring. "That's your ovary, " she said brightly. If true, my ovary is the size of a fist and it has an identical twin snuggled right next to it. I also saw something very messy that looked like a ball of granola, but the tech flew right by that.
Clue 2: Tuesday I had a nasty ache along the edge of my shoulder blade. Since then I've read that's where people feel cyst pain. Google it if you don't believe me.
Clue 3: Then, after a gaspy-sharp pain Wednesday, everything went right as rain. All cleared up. I've put away the chicken purse, which I'd been using to tote my pads and tampons and lube.
What pleases me most about this diagfauxsis is it won't interfere with the big upcoming vacation ... toooooo ... the Grand Canyon! In a victory for procrastinators everywhere we got a room inside the park. Not the nicest place, not the el Tovar, but the Maswik Lodge, where I believe half the rooms have a balcony, and from the internet photos all the deer hang out there. I'm looking forward to the sunsets, the wildlife, and the stars. It will be far afield from our usual hyper-civilized trips. Gary is shopping for hiking boots that he will wear around the room and then take off before he takes his daily nap.