Morning. We're having breakfast. And then... I feel something wet down…

Morning. We're having breakfast. And then... I feel something wet down there. I stand up and look at the stool. It's a bit bloody and yellow liquid. I go to the bathroom. The husband wants to call an ambulance. To which I replied with a refusal, saying that I'm not ready. I bring myself into order by myself. I gather my bag and simultaneously call my doctor. When I was taking a shower, I felt like a "thing", meaning Bartholin's cyst is gone. It turned out that the girl had a Bartholin's cyst. The glands spontaneously burst. I didn't call an ambulance. I took NyQuil. The doctor