![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I just ordered my ticket (and book) to The Bloggess's March reading in KC. Excited!
Breaking Muscle posted a brief article about hormonal birth control pills and their potential for health damage. I believe that taking the pill for fifteen years, then going on Depo-Provera shots for three years was the number one cause of my current health nightmare. Luckily, I didn't experience many of the problems described in the article (heart disease, cancer, stroke, loss of libido), but I am convinced that being on synthetic hormones for so long is what killed my adrenals and forced my system into a state of continual immune response. I am angry and sad that nobody--I mean nobody--ever mentioned an IUD to me. And don't start with the IUDs are dangerous line. Yes, the ONE type commonly used in the U.S. for a BRIEF TIME had problems. So of course we threw out the whole concept as dangerous. Meanwhile, thousands of women in Europe cavorted around that side of the planet, baby- and synthetic-hormone-free. FUCK YOU, United States healthcare system.
In happier news, today's Qwertee shirt made me so happy I about peed my pants. BUYING THIS ONE.
My four-day weekend was really nice. Mostly. The time off work was fantastic. Unfortunately, on Friday night I had one of my bad stomachaches. The kind I haven't had in years. The kind that feels like someone is trying to stab their way out of my stomach. For hours. It was the exact same place (upper left side of my abdomen, very deep in the stomach), and about the same pain level (from what I remember). It kept me awake for the better part of three hours (again, par for the course--most of these happened at night). These stomachaches were never diagnosed, despite two ultrasounds and an MRI. The last doctor I saw told me that next time I had one, to go to the emergency room and ask to be 'scoped. Well, that sounds like a great idea, but when it's 1:00 a.m. and I'm not thinking clearly from the pain, and I already know that I'm going to spend a long time in the waiting room because I'm not bleeding out, and even once I get in, are they really going to try 'scoping me (not a pleasant experience on either side of the tube)...blah blah. You get the idea. Needless to say, I didn't go to the hospital.
I was pretty delicate the next day, and didn't eat much at all. My appetite was still pretty small on Sunday. Small enough that I was kind of hungry before bed, but was afraid to eat anything too heavy. So I had a banana--the first fruit I've had in over a week. I felt fine this morning. Still don't have nearly the appetite I did a couple weeks ago before I stopped eating fruit.
Hm.
I weighed myself on Friday morning (I'm going to weigh and measure myself once a month for the next several months). After one month of the AIP, I'm down four pounds and one inch around my waist. Navel and hip measurements are the same. Not too shabby.
Oh, and my left hip gave me trouble nearly all weekend, too. ARGH. Tight and painful.
Breaking Muscle posted a brief article about hormonal birth control pills and their potential for health damage. I believe that taking the pill for fifteen years, then going on Depo-Provera shots for three years was the number one cause of my current health nightmare. Luckily, I didn't experience many of the problems described in the article (heart disease, cancer, stroke, loss of libido), but I am convinced that being on synthetic hormones for so long is what killed my adrenals and forced my system into a state of continual immune response. I am angry and sad that nobody--I mean nobody--ever mentioned an IUD to me. And don't start with the IUDs are dangerous line. Yes, the ONE type commonly used in the U.S. for a BRIEF TIME had problems. So of course we threw out the whole concept as dangerous. Meanwhile, thousands of women in Europe cavorted around that side of the planet, baby- and synthetic-hormone-free. FUCK YOU, United States healthcare system.
In happier news, today's Qwertee shirt made me so happy I about peed my pants. BUYING THIS ONE.
My four-day weekend was really nice. Mostly. The time off work was fantastic. Unfortunately, on Friday night I had one of my bad stomachaches. The kind I haven't had in years. The kind that feels like someone is trying to stab their way out of my stomach. For hours. It was the exact same place (upper left side of my abdomen, very deep in the stomach), and about the same pain level (from what I remember). It kept me awake for the better part of three hours (again, par for the course--most of these happened at night). These stomachaches were never diagnosed, despite two ultrasounds and an MRI. The last doctor I saw told me that next time I had one, to go to the emergency room and ask to be 'scoped. Well, that sounds like a great idea, but when it's 1:00 a.m. and I'm not thinking clearly from the pain, and I already know that I'm going to spend a long time in the waiting room because I'm not bleeding out, and even once I get in, are they really going to try 'scoping me (not a pleasant experience on either side of the tube)...blah blah. You get the idea. Needless to say, I didn't go to the hospital.
I was pretty delicate the next day, and didn't eat much at all. My appetite was still pretty small on Sunday. Small enough that I was kind of hungry before bed, but was afraid to eat anything too heavy. So I had a banana--the first fruit I've had in over a week. I felt fine this morning. Still don't have nearly the appetite I did a couple weeks ago before I stopped eating fruit.
Hm.
I weighed myself on Friday morning (I'm going to weigh and measure myself once a month for the next several months). After one month of the AIP, I'm down four pounds and one inch around my waist. Navel and hip measurements are the same. Not too shabby.
Oh, and my left hip gave me trouble nearly all weekend, too. ARGH. Tight and painful.