Blehhhh
The lettuce in my salad today is... questionable. If I stop posting after today, avenge my death against the villainous H-E-B.
In other unhappy news, I think I need to go to a gynecologist. The vertigo, nausea, and headache coincided with the start of my cycle. This combined with the intensity of my cramps makes me think that maybe I ought to check out whether or not I have cysts. Which. Man. I hope I don't have cysts.
I hate being a Migraine person. I know as well as anyone how very real migraines are, how unexpected and debilitating, how frustrating and inconvenient it is to be confined a bed, hiding from light and sound (ie anything at all interesting). But there's also this stigma of melodrama attached that I just can't stand.
I am, despite evidence to the contrary, a pretty hard worker. I have pushed myself to the point of tears at work and been sent home for two days after TRYING to come back to work despite doctors orders. I am not a person that gets a mild headache, calls it a migraine, skips out of work, and then expects to be pitied. I'd wager most people that get migraines are exactly the same. But the stigma is quite the opposite, and it bugs me. I'm happy to crusade against it, I guess, but I'd really rather not bother. I'd rather not have the damn migraines.
There's a similar and far more unfair stigma attached to trouble with lady bits. Just substitute mild headache with "cramps" and "migraine" serious "cysts." To suffer BOTH would probably not be something I could suffer gracefully.
Also, I have to find a doctor. Which always makes me nervous because I have no concept of how to check out a doctor. I might try jennerose's doctor, but I'm not sure if he's in network. Again, I'd just really rather not bother! Why me, I ask you. Why me?
I have much deeper, but unfortunately half formed, thoughts to relay on anything from Joe and Nick to my take on self worth and so on, but let me limit myself to this for now!
In other unhappy news, I think I need to go to a gynecologist. The vertigo, nausea, and headache coincided with the start of my cycle. This combined with the intensity of my cramps makes me think that maybe I ought to check out whether or not I have cysts. Which. Man. I hope I don't have cysts.
I hate being a Migraine person. I know as well as anyone how very real migraines are, how unexpected and debilitating, how frustrating and inconvenient it is to be confined a bed, hiding from light and sound (ie anything at all interesting). But there's also this stigma of melodrama attached that I just can't stand.
I am, despite evidence to the contrary, a pretty hard worker. I have pushed myself to the point of tears at work and been sent home for two days after TRYING to come back to work despite doctors orders. I am not a person that gets a mild headache, calls it a migraine, skips out of work, and then expects to be pitied. I'd wager most people that get migraines are exactly the same. But the stigma is quite the opposite, and it bugs me. I'm happy to crusade against it, I guess, but I'd really rather not bother. I'd rather not have the damn migraines.
There's a similar and far more unfair stigma attached to trouble with lady bits. Just substitute mild headache with "cramps" and "migraine" serious "cysts." To suffer BOTH would probably not be something I could suffer gracefully.
Also, I have to find a doctor. Which always makes me nervous because I have no concept of how to check out a doctor. I might try jennerose's doctor, but I'm not sure if he's in network. Again, I'd just really rather not bother! Why me, I ask you. Why me?
I have much deeper, but unfortunately half formed, thoughts to relay on anything from Joe and Nick to my take on self worth and so on, but let me limit myself to this for now!