Boys be forewarned, you will not likely want to keep reading this specific post (if any of you actually do besides Eric). It contains fertility issues that sometimes makes you guys queasy and uncomfortable. Don’t say I didn’t warn you if you choose to continue & that goes for all of you that read this.
Today I had an appointment with a specialist for women’s issues, otherwise known as a gynecologist. I was a little weary after reading her reviews on a website. It seemed as though she didn’t have the time for you if you weren’t pregnant, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Google Maps was way off on their timing listed so I showed up pretty early, even before the office opened so I sat outside on a flower box on Portland St. hopefully not looking like a prostitute, lol. That thought had me putting my jacket on pretty quickly though. So I went over the office at 25 minutes to my appointment time, and ended up getting in & out of the office before I was even supposed to be there, not too bad. She was brisk but pleasant & after a brief conversation about my menstrual history, in which she fully agreed that going without a period for over two years is unacceptable & the results are painful and scary. The multiple ultrasounds & bloodwork that I have had done over the years have always failed to pinpoint anything. The same thing with pelvic exams. Armed with this information she was certain that there is nothing physically wrong with my girly bits, therefore it is likely neurological what with my brain not telling my ovaries to do their womanly duties, damn brain!! I cannot remember exactly what she called it, but it included a variance of something or other & she gave me a prescription for Mylan-Metformin which is usually used for old people to control their diabetes but has also been used in much lower dosages for treating infertility by reminding the brain to order those ovaries around. For those who have known the struggles I’ve had in the past in dealing with infertility & the multiple appointments I’ve had to try fixing this issue, you have seen the some of the pain associated with this, you have seen a portion of the pain I’ve felt. This appointment left me very emotional, because if it works the option for having children is there & I have 3 years left of university left meaning this is not the best time obviously. For years, I spilled many tears over being the seemingly only person in my core group of friends that was unable to have beautiful children like they had. I love my nieces and nephews & I always felt so guilty about being so envious of their world, even when their world sucked with puke, poop & lack of sleep I was still jealous. Eric & I were so sure that the possibilities were just not possible for us that we told people we had decided we really didn’t want kids anymore. It was a lie we told each other & one we told to some of our closest friends and I’m sorry for that but it was easier than constant disappointment over a single pink line. So now I’m going to try the Mylan-Metformin & follow up in 3 months to see how that goes. If it truly works I feel it is going to put us in a big emotional predicament, because 3 years of university is a very long time to wait when something you thought had skipped from your grasp is suddenly within reach again. However, we’ll let 3 months away Vanessa deal with that depending on the results.
In addition to that, my tailbone seems to be getting worse every day. The lump is back & painful but not as painful as last time……yet. I’ll keep an eye on it, and then if it gets worse I’ll head on back to the hospital 😦 A trip I am not looking forward to if it comes to that. Oh please don’t come to that!!
Now on a lighter note, I’ve recently been watching the Canadian show, Little Mosque on the Prairie. It’s pretty good, predictable as they follow the obvious jokes & stereotypes but I really enjoy the characters with the exception of the mayor. Fred is SUPPOSED to be an asshole but he’s still hilarious, as for the mayor I don’t think her lines are appropriate for her position at many times. I’m currently on season 3, and am getting impatient for the pinnacle of the Rayyann & Amaar story line. Things just can’t continue on this way, I mean come on, obviously they love each other So get on with it already!! Little Mosque is certainly no Corner Gas but it is still good with likeable characters and good laughs. I’m glad I gave it a shot.
Time is coming quickly for a visit from 3 of my favourite people in the world. At the end of July Amy, Ryan & Landonian will be coming to Halifax, we are so excited for this it’s unmeasurable!! I’ve already created a list of interesting things for when they visit that are child appropriate, and though we certainly won’t be able to partake in all of them at least we’ll be able to do some things together which is going to be awesome!! Then I leave with them for a week home for my aunt’s wedding, another super exciting thing! And I no longer have to take the train home because my aunt & Jerry are heading to Halifax for a couple days after their wedding so I can get a drive back with them. And Eric will get a chance to see them as well, which he’ll be happy for.
As usual I will finish my post with a blast from my past & today’s is Crystal Pepsi. These days I rarely drink soda, and when I do it’s usually plain Coke, Sprite or Dr.Pepper, but I have to really be craving it. But as a child I could drink it until the cows came home, which would be a while since I never lived in farmland (yeah bad joke I know :-P) This one came out when the small, stubby glass bottles were still available that had the wrapper made out of some Styrofoam labeling crap that I loved to strip off, but as an Environmental Studies major I should frown upon my fond memories of something that’s still kicking around somewhere. I honestly can’t remember if it really tasted like regular Pepsi but I’m inclined to say yes it probably did because my aunt was (and still is) a huge Pepsi fan and I’m sure she drank it, either way I drank it, probably enjoyed it but probably would hate it today. Certainly not the first or the last bombing effort Pepsi has made at marketing something different. Pepsi Blue anyone, lol. Icky!!