They take you into a room and tell you to strip, replacing your warm winter garments with a paper robe. So you sit there in your socks with this flimsy piece of material separating you from what can only be described as an igloo of a room. The "Pap room," they call it. Seems to me the "Pap room" could use a space heater!
So my doctor arrives and asks me about the abdominal pain, and mentions two things "kidney stone" and "ovarian cyst." I start babbling about how I really hope it's the second, as I don't have time for kidney stones right now. She pokes me in the side some more and concludes that yes, indeed, it is a ruptured ovarian cyst that should start to subside soon. Apparently, if the pain radiates down the front of your thigh, it's a cyst. Also, there's no treating kidney stone pain with Motrin.
So that's a relief. I got a lot more work done on my NCLB paper while waiting for the doctor. That place is a bit ridiculous sometimes, schedule anything after 8AM and you can expect at least an hour delay before actually speaking with the doctor. But she's the best, so I can't complain too much.
In other news, it is only fitting that the end of my winning streak in fantasy football coincide with the end of Ken Jennings' Jeopardy domination.