She may be onto something

I had all of 15 minutes this morning to down 32 ounces of water and haul butt to the doctors office.

Ultrasound lady: (Flips on the ultrasound machine and within a milisecond says...) "Have you doubled-over in pain recently?"
Me: "Umm, yeah"
UL: "Felt nauseous?"
Me: "Yeah, everyday for about the past two weeks."
Me: "What do you see woman?!"
UL: (Unofficially of course, since she's the ultrasound lady) "I see a cyst on your left ovary that may have ruptured."

Let Heaven open up and the angels sing, I do believe we have a diagnosis.

The second, shall we say, umm, more invasive ultrasound showed basically the same thing. Yep, my body wasted no time at all to go ahead and grow a cystafter being off the pill for a month.

So why do I still have to do more ultrasounds on my tummy and then more blood tests for the liver?

On a different note, I just talked to my dad and he let me know my grandparents just sold their house they put up this week and they'll be moving to their home up north. I'm sad and happy. Sad because I spent a lot of my childhood in this house, many nights begging mom and dad to let me stay the night there, and it always seemed to thunderstorm when I did, the lightning flashing brilliantly in the living room behind the closed shades. Man did those lights dance all over the living room. But, I'm happy because they needed the money and they're lucky the house sold so well, although I'm sure it will be bulldozed on account of the house being built on a commercial lot MANY years ago. So it's commercial property and cannot be rebuilt as residential. So to visit Nanny an Poppa, we'll have to go 3 hours away. Kind of sad, as they have always been within arms reach. Oh well, life must change right?