Happy 4 month anniversary to you, PCOS diagnosis. Though I suspected all those years ago that you and I had a, shall I say, chemistry?-it wasn't until July 12,2010 (Also my 2nd wedding anniversary) that you and I could be open about our relationship.
There were things I would have rather had that day
*Flowers
*A new car
*A baby (oh, who didn't see THAT coming?)
*Another kidney stone (in retrospect, the most painful physical condition I've had is starting to pale in comparison-not a good sign)
So, you were a little late to the party. My hypothyroidism beat you by appearing about a year earlier. Those 20 lbs also beat you, slacker. Don't invite any more guests. Your friends facial hair, weight gain, monster hormones, exhaustion, no carb,no sugar, no happiness diet, and Metformin (aka Throwing up is the new out-dancing at 2 AM) have taken up enough room, thanks.
And it's hard to fit anymore fun in when you're locked in a bathroom with a pillow.
(I wish I could blame all that on the PCOS,but I've been a bathroom-locker for a few years.)
So basically, you suck. A lot. You make me feel fat, abnormal, lonely, and childless (duh). You somehow leave alone the unemployeed teens that don't want kids. I think you're confused. But I'll forgive you if you go away. In fact, you have to go away, because I can't afford to treat you.
So. Welcome to my blog. I decided to make one because everyone that talks to me about PCOS and doesn't have it makes me want to hurt them. And I can't hurt everyone I know. Because then who would buy baby presents if for some reason I do have one? It wouldn't be wise.
Throughout this little walk in the park, I've really found myself feeling better after reading blogs about it. Because you know, you guys GET it. And all that. Never was much of a blogger. But if this makes someone else feel better, and lets me vent, it'll be worth it.
I'll be sad sometimes. And needing advice. And probably a little frustrated.
But! I'll also be ok. And maybe funny. You'll have to let me know!
More later.
-A
