I was just making eggs when....

One day a girl woke up after a fun night with her friends and decided to go into the kitchen to make some breakfast.  Everything was fine and dandy, but as she was standing near the stove making eggs for everyone she suddenly felt a pain in her lower pelvic area that did not feel very normal.  "Hmmmm...." she thought, what could this mean?
She didn't think too much of it and went to sit down to eat.  Just as she sat down, all of the sudden, the pain became much too much to handle.  It felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing her in her lower stomach.  Sharp and shooting and it was getting worse as every second passed.
"Something is not right,"  she told her friends as she got up to go to the bathroom.
Her friends were unaware as she climbed upstairs, practically buckling over from the severe pain and collapsed on the bed, clutching her stomach, hoping to alleviate the pain by putting pressure on top of it.  Nothing seemed to help.
After a few minutes, one of her friends came upstairs and saw the girl on the bed, looking like she'd seen better days.
"Uhhh, are you ok?"
"I think I'm going to die.  WebMD this for me."
WebMD brought up several options for what may have been going on and none of them seemed promising for the girls future.
"I'm not going to be able to have children.  What if I have cervical cancer?"
Already a hypochondriac to being with, seeing all the strange names on the computer screen were not helping to ease the panic that was quickly building up.
Her friends and sister did not seem to understand that perhaps their friend was actually feeling pain and continued to make fun of her, calling her a "drama queen,"  telling her that there was a place waiting for her in Hollywood.
Very funny guys.  Thanks for being so sensitive...not.
Her friend's mother came upstairs and started to ask questions about the pain.
"Maybe you're ovulating."
"Oh jeez," the girl thought, "Women have to deal with so many unnecessary pains. Since when does it hurt to ovulate?"
"I can assure you," the mother said with a slight grin on her face, "that you're not going to die.  Here, I'll even write something down and sign it for you.  You need to relax.  We tend to become overwhelmed when we are in pain and quickly come up with the worst case scenarios.  Just keep taking deep breaths and relax.  Do you want someone to massage it for you?"
"Welllll....It's sort of in an awkward spot...."
"Ok, well then massage it yourself.  And remember to breath."
The girl waited on the bed as her sister called her mother and asked her to come and pick them up from their friends house.  Of course, their mother jumped into the car faster than you can say, "Irritable Bowel Syndrome," and was at the house in a flash.
"Your aunt says you've pulled a ligament."
"I've pulled a ligament?........??????  In my pelvis?!!!"
"You need to just rest, put heat on it, take a bath.  You're going to be ok."
"But...but...but...how did this even happen?"
How this happened to the girl will always remain a mystery.  Apparently there is a pulled ligament in the girl's pelvic area that needs to heal in the next week.  Apparently there is nothing she can do.  Apparently she just needs to sit here, in pain, and "rest."
UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  This is so unnecessary.