The advise nurse I called BEGGING for an appointment to “fix this damn problem or I am going to explode!” went over my CT scan results and said, “Well, you have a cyst on your ovary the size of a golf ball.”
I have an emergency appointment today (hopefully) and they will fix the problem…or I will explode.
I was chatting with my friend Matthew when she told me and I told him about the golf ball sized cyst. His response, “FORE!” and then asked if they will use a nine iron to remove it. I love assholes sometimes.