Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Just My Luck...
No, I didn't really get hit in the head by a dong falling from the sky*. But if it were possible, it'd probably happen to me.
Truth is I don't even know where to start with this. I knew when I opened a new post I wanted to write about it but now, I just have nothing to say other than, "well, this fucking sucks".
Last Friday I went to get my lady bits checked because aunt flow hadn't been around for a visit in about 3 months. Was I happy at the time? Fuck yeah. But then I started to think I had one in the oven, an idea that 5 pee sticks immediately put to rest. I'd had a couple of mood swings, been down in the dumps and was feeling a little extra "blah" for the last few months but chalked it up to my thyroid levels being wonky. Whatevs.
The doctor ordered some blood work that same day & then last night I get an email from her stating my results confirm the PCOS diagnosis. First of all, what the fuck is PCOS? and confirms? This is the first g-damn time I'm even hearing about it!
So of course I did the first thing any freaked out person would do...I went to my trusty old pal Google. Boy was that a mistake. I panicked and cried over the kids I'd probably never have (yes, the kids I wasn't even sure I wanted, til last night), the fact I probably have diabetes (thanks mom! hey, I needed someone to blame), and between snot & salty tears apologized to Rusty for being "broken" (dude held me tighter, laughed & said, "well, it's too late to return you now").
So yeah, I have PCOS. After some more (legit) research, not found on Wikipedia, I have come to the conclusion that it's not the end of the world and I'm sure as hell not the first or last to have it so I should suck it up. I'm not saying there weren't tears on the drive to work this morning, there were. And for some reason they were triggered by Modonna's "Like a Prayer"...totally weird cause I'm not even religious.
I have an appointment with my primary doctor next week & am trying to get in to see my Endocrinologist this week too - cause you know what they say, "knowledge is power!", so imma bug the shit outta those doctors. And from what I hear/read, the key to keeping this shit under control is to get my ass to stop eating so much junk & jump on a treadmill asap so I can lose some lbs.
*sigh* Lucky me.
* for some reason I picture myself walking down the street at the same time a really pissed off girl's throwing her shit out the 8th floor apartment building window and one of those things just happens to be her phallic adult toy, which bonks me on the noggin' as I pass by. I know, I have a crazy imagination.