Because I am OVER THIS.
I turned on my side in my sleep and suddenly my body flung itself upright and I nearly projectile-vomited, like something from scene from Carrie.
NOT AGAIN, I thought, as I rushed to the loo and heaved my guts up while clutching my side.
Another ovarian cyst had burst.
I knew it was coming. The previous day I was at a friend’s house and every time I stepped on my left leg I got a pain like a hot knitting-needle stabbing me in my left ovary and travelling to my groin.
You’d think I’d go to hospital, but it’s happened to me so often I now know when the cyst is big enough to worry about.