Die, Die, Die, Female-Horrors, Die!!!
Please note the following: If you are male, you are best-advised to scroll through. The bulk of this entry touches on FEMALE-related dysfunctions. Nothing that would be of interest to you, but I won't object should you decide to dole out sympathy.
In tragical news, this morning I encountered a SLIGHT health- fright.
It's been 1 year and approximately 1 month since the birth of my son and- for the most part- I consider myself to be WELL-re-cooperated and fairly healthy. However, physically, I have noticed distinct changes here and there. Outwardly and inwardly.
First off, my hipbones now jut out from where the baby pushed them apart and the bottoms of my feet have expanded in width. Like THAT'S of any consequence to me. Secondly, whereas before conception my menstrual cycle lasted from 4-5 days; presently, it ends on the 7th day. More often then not, it exceeds the AVERAGE span, continuing for sometimes up to 9-days!!! Iluvit.Iluvit.Iluvit. *vomit*
Each month the dreaded visitor ever-so-slowly creeps up unexpectantly, arriving seemingly earlier and earlier. The cramps range from mildly uncomfortable to "I-can't-withstand-this-intensity-any-longer." Moodiness(before and during) is ever-unavoidable. In other words, brace yourselves for a wicked-explosion when I'm PMS-ing. Self-induced; you betcha.
Now normally when I start 2-3 days in advance of my due date, I'm unalarmed. In this particular case, I began bleeding nearly 2 weeks before the 22nd, when I WAS supposed to shed my unused egg. Actually, on the 13th I began then the bleeding ceased. On the next day, my vaginal flow was moderately heavy.
Well....here it is the fucking 7th day and I'm still bleeding as severely as the first. Why isn't it easing up, as it should???!! Plus, it came WAY too soon. Something was/is definitely amiss. Or so I assumed.
At first I thought the irregularity might have been triggered by the onset of my re-incoorporating an anti-depressant into my system. So I called the nurse and she proclaimed that they SHOULDN'T set off mentruation. What does she know???! SSRI's DO have side effects, and I took that into consideration.
Then it dawned on me.
What if I was miscarrying????!!
My S.O. and I are CAREFUL, but I'M not on the pill. So I didn't rule it out. But don't think for one New York minute that I don't have his 10-inch- Cuban- cock cornered. The other scoundral may have gotten off scott-fucking-free, but by God, not this S.O.B.
I was especially edgy this morning when I awoke to a tampon drenched through and through. Only to arise again 45 minutes later b/c it was soaked AGAIN, this time blood dripping onto the carpeting. (Sorry to get into the thick of it, but this IS my journal and I'm entitled to document my life in whatever way I so decide.)Anyhow, I then signaled my father, explained that it was an emergency, and had him rush me to the ER. The nurse advised me to do so if the bleeding persisted.
Fortunately, admitting was surprisingly people-free and they had me into triage within 10 minutes of my arrival. Blood-pressure and temperature was normal. When they directed me to a cold, sterile, piss-smelling room, my blood was taken. In short, I waited three hours for the doctor to swing by my room briefly. Apparently, the results of the pregancy test were negative, as was anything else they probed for. I was F-I-N-E. Rest up; avoid overexertion, I was told.
What a waste of a tank of fuel. Had my O.B.G.Y.N. been in office, I would have consulted her on the issue at hand. As soon I start re-taking birth control, my cycles will even themselves out again. Happened to me in high-school; it's essentially stress-related.
Did I mention that I wish I'd undergo 'the change' at the young-young age of 23???!!
So, tonight it's movie-night, as is to be expected after the worry-filled day I've had. Think I'll pop in a Trekky film since I'm an avid fan. Wouldn't want to overdo it before the BIG night....
vampy: Whether I make an exotic entrance at Brooke's birthday bash depends entirely upon how dishevelled I am tomorrow. The theme is classic though:Let's-not-make-it-a-party-she'll-forget;let's-make-it-one-she'll-actually-remember!!! Pure genius there, girls...
I give her until 11:00 and she'll be pass out, throw-up drunk....some hefty guy with be peeling her off the floor...flailing arms;giddy grin and all....
So if I'm there, I'll be jazzed up....I plan on enhancing my wardrobe since my new credit card FINALLY arrived in the mail. Took their sweet time sending it...
BTW:My 23rd was unforgettable...
2 weeks before my ACTUAL birthdate, Scott, Barbie, and David took me to the Jazz Factory for dinner and drinks. My cousin preps there, so we were gifted with the phat hook-up on deserts. The next night(Sat.), my crew and I gathered at (none other) then Vinyl where my all-time favorite club mixes were played, I was well-supplied by an assortment of drinks, shooters, and shots, and was swept away by the pandemonium. Or at least that's the story they concocted for my benefit. Ho hum.....
Pooped and Pulverized,
Bloody-I MEAN-BlackAngelTear
In tragical news, this morning I encountered a SLIGHT health- fright.
It's been 1 year and approximately 1 month since the birth of my son and- for the most part- I consider myself to be WELL-re-cooperated and fairly healthy. However, physically, I have noticed distinct changes here and there. Outwardly and inwardly.
First off, my hipbones now jut out from where the baby pushed them apart and the bottoms of my feet have expanded in width. Like THAT'S of any consequence to me. Secondly, whereas before conception my menstrual cycle lasted from 4-5 days; presently, it ends on the 7th day. More often then not, it exceeds the AVERAGE span, continuing for sometimes up to 9-days!!! Iluvit.Iluvit.Iluvit. *vomit*
Each month the dreaded visitor ever-so-slowly creeps up unexpectantly, arriving seemingly earlier and earlier. The cramps range from mildly uncomfortable to "I-can't-withstand-this-intensity-any-longer." Moodiness(before and during) is ever-unavoidable. In other words, brace yourselves for a wicked-explosion when I'm PMS-ing. Self-induced; you betcha.
Now normally when I start 2-3 days in advance of my due date, I'm unalarmed. In this particular case, I began bleeding nearly 2 weeks before the 22nd, when I WAS supposed to shed my unused egg. Actually, on the 13th I began then the bleeding ceased. On the next day, my vaginal flow was moderately heavy.
Well....here it is the fucking 7th day and I'm still bleeding as severely as the first. Why isn't it easing up, as it should???!! Plus, it came WAY too soon. Something was/is definitely amiss. Or so I assumed.
At first I thought the irregularity might have been triggered by the onset of my re-incoorporating an anti-depressant into my system. So I called the nurse and she proclaimed that they SHOULDN'T set off mentruation. What does she know???! SSRI's DO have side effects, and I took that into consideration.
Then it dawned on me.
What if I was miscarrying????!!
My S.O. and I are CAREFUL, but I'M not on the pill. So I didn't rule it out. But don't think for one New York minute that I don't have his 10-inch- Cuban- cock cornered. The other scoundral may have gotten off scott-fucking-free, but by God, not this S.O.B.
I was especially edgy this morning when I awoke to a tampon drenched through and through. Only to arise again 45 minutes later b/c it was soaked AGAIN, this time blood dripping onto the carpeting. (Sorry to get into the thick of it, but this IS my journal and I'm entitled to document my life in whatever way I so decide.)Anyhow, I then signaled my father, explained that it was an emergency, and had him rush me to the ER. The nurse advised me to do so if the bleeding persisted.
Fortunately, admitting was surprisingly people-free and they had me into triage within 10 minutes of my arrival. Blood-pressure and temperature was normal. When they directed me to a cold, sterile, piss-smelling room, my blood was taken. In short, I waited three hours for the doctor to swing by my room briefly. Apparently, the results of the pregancy test were negative, as was anything else they probed for. I was F-I-N-E. Rest up; avoid overexertion, I was told.
What a waste of a tank of fuel. Had my O.B.G.Y.N. been in office, I would have consulted her on the issue at hand. As soon I start re-taking birth control, my cycles will even themselves out again. Happened to me in high-school; it's essentially stress-related.
Did I mention that I wish I'd undergo 'the change' at the young-young age of 23???!!
So, tonight it's movie-night, as is to be expected after the worry-filled day I've had. Think I'll pop in a Trekky film since I'm an avid fan. Wouldn't want to overdo it before the BIG night....
vampy: Whether I make an exotic entrance at Brooke's birthday bash depends entirely upon how dishevelled I am tomorrow. The theme is classic though:Let's-not-make-it-a-party-she'll-forget;let's-make-it-one-she'll-actually-remember!!! Pure genius there, girls...
I give her until 11:00 and she'll be pass out, throw-up drunk....some hefty guy with be peeling her off the floor...flailing arms;giddy grin and all....
So if I'm there, I'll be jazzed up....I plan on enhancing my wardrobe since my new credit card FINALLY arrived in the mail. Took their sweet time sending it...
BTW:My 23rd was unforgettable...
2 weeks before my ACTUAL birthdate, Scott, Barbie, and David took me to the Jazz Factory for dinner and drinks. My cousin preps there, so we were gifted with the phat hook-up on deserts. The next night(Sat.), my crew and I gathered at (none other) then Vinyl where my all-time favorite club mixes were played, I was well-supplied by an assortment of drinks, shooters, and shots, and was swept away by the pandemonium. Or at least that's the story they concocted for my benefit. Ho hum.....
Pooped and Pulverized,
Bloody-I MEAN-BlackAngelTear