I don't like to call my self a lifestyle blogger. I think of myself as more of a miscellaneous blogger. I don't want to have to talk about any one particular thing - all the time. I'm not like that in my real life so, I don't want to even attempt to be that way in my virtual life.
BUT...when I turned the big 3-0, something changed! My ovaries were in full revolt against me! I was taking 600mg of Ibuprofen like it was nothing. I went to the doctor and found out that I had some large cysts. They treated me with a high dose birth control ON TOP of my IUD so, I was acting super cray! It worked though...for a while. Then, I was experiencing pain again just like before. This time, surgery was placed on the table and I jumped at that chance!
Today I want to talk about my reproductive system. And no, this isn't TMI. I find that we women can help each other out a lot just by sharing. Brace yourself. This isn't going to be a post about skinny girls in white jeans frolicking down some pristine beach with pink sand! This is some real shit. Some my back aching, my bra too tight, my hips swaying from the left to the right - type shit.
I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). I was diagnosed when I was thirteen. However, it really didn't affect me until my mid-twenties. I was even told that it would make conceiving a child very difficult. So, uh, yeah...that symptom skipped me because Picard is alive and well four years later! I had the hair growth on my face, the weight gain, the insane cycles and all that.
BUT...when I turned the big 3-0, something changed! My ovaries were in full revolt against me! I was taking 600mg of Ibuprofen like it was nothing. I went to the doctor and found out that I had some large cysts. They treated me with a high dose birth control ON TOP of my IUD so, I was acting super cray! It worked though...for a while. Then, I was experiencing pain again just like before. This time, surgery was placed on the table and I jumped at that chance!
Turns out my ovary had ruptured and attached itself to some of my innards! No wonder I was in pain! That ovary and the Fallopian tube were removed. The good doctor even did some ovarian drilling on the remaining ovary as a preventative measure. The surgery was done laparoscopically and now I'm recovering. This recovery business is real! I can just imagine how much more difficult it would have been had laparoscopy not been an option.
This ordeal went on way longer than necessary. I ignored a lot of the symptoms because I've got a life and I didn't want to stop to pay attention to my body. HORRIBLE mistake! I would like to prompt you to take stock of how you're feeling because the quality of your life can improve drastically if you just take care of yourself.
