Sort of Background Ramblings...Pt.1
Posted 06-25-2009 at 10:04 AM by ViaInsomnium
I'm a bit too tired to type up too much, but this is just for now. As a warning, there are some girly-tmi things in it, but I'm shamelessly willingly to talk about junk like that.
It's funny that if I accidentally pop up the term "PCOS" in random conversation, most people won't have any idea what I'm saying, even most members of my own family. Even some doctors that I've been to, non specialized in gynecology, raise a brow when I say it, asking me to say the entire thing instead of the acronym (and then it's just annoying). But in a place like this, everyone is obviously like, "Oh, yeah, that. Duh," and they're on the same boat as I am. It's just so weird, but not in a bad way.
There are a few people in my life who are sympathetic to me in having PCOS. My biggest supporter of everything in my life is my dad, who basically played the roll of my mother for the greater part of my life. He had to deal with me and all the ungodly pain, and the hospital visits, all the womanly crap that men usualy have NO IDEA about, and so much more. When we learned that I had PCOS, my dad took it almost as hard as I did, and I wonder if it wasn't for different reasons than my own. I think my biggest issue with it at the time was that I was told it was incurable, which is never, ever what you want to hear about anything. Treatable, yes. But heck if I'm ever going to live without it.
Before I was diagnosed, I had a ton of undercarriage issues. After "Aunt Dot's" first visit to me at age 9, I never had a schedule, and my flow was (and to this day is still) extremely heavy. The cramps that came with it were unbearable, and again, still to this day, are bad enough to cause me to blackout more than once during, before, and after menstration. Some days the pain was so bad I would have to have my dad call in to school, which I hated, but he never questioned once I told him "girly stuff". This kind of thing though, I've heard from other girls who had normal periods that they would ask their mothers to do the same, even if their cramps weren't so bad, or just simply for the fact that they were on their monthly. As I got older, the pain got much worse, and I eventually went to see my first gynecologist at age 15. Not something I'll ever forget, as it was one of the most horrifying experiences of my life.
From then on, that was my main kind of doctor to visit, because I was constantly complaining about my girly issues and wanted answers, especially as I had no female in the family to help me out with them. Eventually, one of my doctors had the great idea to put me through ultrasounds to try and see what was really going on...
(and now, while I can still think straight...sleep!)
It's funny that if I accidentally pop up the term "PCOS" in random conversation, most people won't have any idea what I'm saying, even most members of my own family. Even some doctors that I've been to, non specialized in gynecology, raise a brow when I say it, asking me to say the entire thing instead of the acronym (and then it's just annoying). But in a place like this, everyone is obviously like, "Oh, yeah, that. Duh," and they're on the same boat as I am. It's just so weird, but not in a bad way.
There are a few people in my life who are sympathetic to me in having PCOS. My biggest supporter of everything in my life is my dad, who basically played the roll of my mother for the greater part of my life. He had to deal with me and all the ungodly pain, and the hospital visits, all the womanly crap that men usualy have NO IDEA about, and so much more. When we learned that I had PCOS, my dad took it almost as hard as I did, and I wonder if it wasn't for different reasons than my own. I think my biggest issue with it at the time was that I was told it was incurable, which is never, ever what you want to hear about anything. Treatable, yes. But heck if I'm ever going to live without it.
Before I was diagnosed, I had a ton of undercarriage issues. After "Aunt Dot's" first visit to me at age 9, I never had a schedule, and my flow was (and to this day is still) extremely heavy. The cramps that came with it were unbearable, and again, still to this day, are bad enough to cause me to blackout more than once during, before, and after menstration. Some days the pain was so bad I would have to have my dad call in to school, which I hated, but he never questioned once I told him "girly stuff". This kind of thing though, I've heard from other girls who had normal periods that they would ask their mothers to do the same, even if their cramps weren't so bad, or just simply for the fact that they were on their monthly. As I got older, the pain got much worse, and I eventually went to see my first gynecologist at age 15. Not something I'll ever forget, as it was one of the most horrifying experiences of my life.
From then on, that was my main kind of doctor to visit, because I was constantly complaining about my girly issues and wanted answers, especially as I had no female in the family to help me out with them. Eventually, one of my doctors had the great idea to put me through ultrasounds to try and see what was really going on...
(and now, while I can still think straight...sleep!)
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