I’ve pretty much fallen down on the job, in regards to communicating with just about everyone.
Categories: life, whining
I’ve been pretty sick for a while, and I finally browbeat my doctor into doing some tests and finding out that I have PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome). It’s pretty much exactly like it sounds. I’ve got one large cyst and a bunch of tiny pre-cyst formations on my ovaries. My oldest sister had the same thing, but she experienced pain and other issues, so she had a hysterectomy. I haven’t been having pain, so I’m going the medication route.
My meds KILL my stomach because I’m not used to them yet. Even taking them with a meal only slightly lessens the problem. It’s not as bad as when I first started taking them, but it’s still a nuisance. Tomorrow I get to start taking the main pill two times a day rather than once, so I will enjoy another long period of feeling like some evil little digestive-tract-dwelling elf is in there burning out the lining of my stomach with a blow torch. Happy fun times!
That’s where I’ve been. It’s not an excuse, but it’s been very difficult to be positive when I’ve been dealing with copays and deductibles and bitchass doctors with their heads up their asses. All I’ve felt like doing is whining, so I’ve not really been doing anything at all.
The only things that have been keeping me sane is playing Mafia Wars on facebook and rereading a bunch of novels that I had boxed away.
