I really have been feeling shitty for the last 5 or so months, and can't seem to get it together. The world outside is a life size freezer, and I refuse to buy real winter coat because I HATE how it makes me feel bigger then what I actually am. The only good thing about today was the fact I was able to squeeze in an appointment in with a new doctor in the neighborhood. The only bad thing about today was the fact that he told me I need to have surgery.
Apparently what I don't have is what I was self-diagnosed with - P.C.O.S. (there goes my idea about getting certified as a Google M.D). He suspects Endometriosis, and wants to go in laproscopically to see for sure. He seemed like a really nice guy, but one thing was kind of weird. He was sending "I.Ms" (instant messages via AIM or Yahoo) to someone during our consultation. At first I thought, COOL...he's down with technology. Then he told me that he was "I.Ming" his office staff (who generally speaking, were in the next room). Now, I'm all about getting down with technology, but sending I.M's to people 10 feet away? Hmmmm....
Anyway, after a few hours of sitting on my couch, contemplating what to do and how life really SUCKS right now, I get a call from an old high school friend. We stay in touch as much as life allows us to right now. We are both busy adults, and the days of meeting at the "shing-ding" to sneak a cigarette are WAY over. Anyway, I can't explain why, but talking to her made me feel so much better. Maybe it was just finally joking and laughing with someone about nonsense, that gave the serotonin a kick start in my brain. Then not even 10 minutes later, another good ol' friend from high school called to talk some shit too. She allowed me to get some shit off my chest that was boiling up over the last few days. I hate to bitch and complain all the time, but I have to say, she is the only person I've ever met that has never, ever, ever, not EVER gotten tired of hearing it. Who do you know has a limitless tolerance for wining? Not too many people I bet.
Who knows why, but both calls were right on time...so if you are reading this right now, my 2 friends... THANK YOU.
I was diagnosed with Endometriosis when I was 24. At the time it was so bad that I was admitted to the hospital. A couple months later I had surgery. It was done by a Laperoscopy. They jus cut 3 small holes and stuck in a camera and tools on sticks and lasered in off. It was day surgery. At the time I weighed 240lbs. I was told it prob wont ever go away and I lessen my chances of reoccurance by having kids. Well I had 3 over the next 11 years. Endometriosis to me now jus means worse cramps every now and then. I hope u get better treatment from ur doc!
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