First, It's FYBF. You know what THAT means. I know you do. No need to act all coy.
Link up. Go to
Mummy Time and leave Brenda a comment about how much you love her. Read her easy peasy guidelines.
That simple. You have been flogged.
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So, something weird happened, and from that, a blog post. (Kind of how blogs
work, right? I know.)
My last post was a re-post of a rant I had in February. I re-posted it because I was in a bad mood and it really seemed to fit. It was a bit dated, but the tone was what was intended.
What happened that was weird was that it received no comments (crickets.
NOOOOOOOO!). None. Well, none this time around.
I figure three things might cause this.
1. You had commented the first time it was published.
2. You are sick to death of my lack of quality posts and are showing it through 'comment silence'. Well played. Well played.
3. You've been abducted by aliens. In which case, you
should've read this
post. Ah, hindsight.
Lots of you did comment the first time.Thank you.
For those of you who didn't comment because you are currently in an alien spaceship or on an alien planet, after being abducted- I totally understand. (If the aliens are even letting you read this.)
I think however, that the real culprit here is my recent lack of quality posting.
I have a reason. I swear. A couple actually.
But... before I tell you the reasons, I would like to warn any of my male readers that we are going to delve into some women issues shortly. I wont get all detail heavy and gross you out or anything on purpose. I will be giving details as needed, though. If you're like my hubby and at the mere mention of women's topics, you get all queasy and green, this is your warning. Grab a garbage can and keep reading or stop here. Whatever works.
Ok. I assume I still have my lady readers and those of my men readers who have strong 'women issue' constitutions.
Reason for sub par posts number one. No home computer. I have told you about this ad
nauseam. Still true. I must do all my blogging before and after my shifts at work. I do most of my blog reading from my phone. Neither method is very convenient. I have worked the budget a bit though, so...a new laptop is in my future. (Then we may have the opposite problem. TOO much blogging. We'll cross that bridge
if when it happens.)
Reason numbers 2 & 3
I have been dealing with some health issues.
One being
PCOS which is -
Polycystic Ovary Syndrome
which you can read more about here. Should you choose to do so.
PCOS causes a bunch of not very nice things in women of reproductive age, some being-but not limited to:
- Infrequent or irregular periods
- Prolonged or excessive periods
- Excessive hair growth
- and the worst, in my opinion, Lack of ovulation. Which is heart breaking.
- Oh, and can cause weight gain, and make it harder to LOSE the weight it caused you to gain. (Someone doesn't play fair. Hmm?)
Which is a real bitch.
PCOS, if I ever meet you in a dark alley, you wont make it out alive.
The other being
Endometrial Hyperplasia go here to read about it.
This is basically the overgrowth of the lining of the womb, beyond the normal 5 millimeters in thickness (taken from the website), and the subsequent and excessive shedding there of. Think- normal period times about a thousand. Scary. Embarrassing. Messy. Extremely inconvenient.
This usually occurs in women entering menopause but, every once in a while it strikes the unsuspecting 30 year old already dealing with more feminine issues than you can shake a stick at. Read: Me.
It was so bad a couple of years ago that I had to have a blood transfusion because I was
so anemic I was almost dead. In pictures from that time, I look like a member of the Cullen family. Only paler.
Being anemic causes you to be very tired. All. The. Time.
Right before the transfusion, I couldn't even dress myself. I slept all day and only got out of bed to go to work. At work, EVERYTHING made my heart race. Even when I just pulled up a chair and sat at the register. I once tried carrying a UPS delivery into the store and all I could manage to do was vomit. It was horrible.
So, I went to my local walk in clinic and got a blood test then went to work.
A few hours later I received a call from a nurse at the clinic telling me that she had just gotten my test results and was calling me an ambulance and that they were going to take me to the emergency room. She was, in fact, surprised I was even able to answer the phone, being on death's doorstep and all. I remember her saying something that a usual blood count was 17. Mine was at 4. I still have no idea what that means medically, but I know for a fact now, that it's not good. (Duh.)
So, blood transfusion. Check. New nickname acquired (the Vampire). Check. Anemia repaired. Check.
Life goes on.
Until last month, when it all started again.With a new addition this time = mood swings of epic proportions. Groan.
As yet, I have avoided another transfusion, but the doctor and I have become
besties. In fact, we exchanged tokens of our new found friendship at my last appointment. I gave him my wallet and a promise of most of my future earnings, and he gave me a speculum. It was rad.
But...I am still tired. All day. Every day. I have no energy. I find the simplest tasks of everyday life to be a HUGE chore, let alone blog about it.
I am attempting to get this all straightened out.
Until then, I promise to do my best, post-wise.
I guess the moral of this story is that if you don't want me to have to open up the
TMI files again, you better make sure to comment. A lot. *bats eyelashes*
That may just be my HORMONES talking.
Even so. Comment,
ok? My very health *cough
cough cough* depends on it.
Guilt trip. CHECK.
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