Dear God...
Dec. 18th, 2003 07:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
logansrogueDear God,
I feel like being sick. Mainly because my breakfast so far has been half a cup of coffee over a nice antibiotic. The second reason, agitating the first, is that I'm up yonder Shite Creeke, without that proverbial paddle I really really need.
You know why, You know everything, but for my own peace of mind, let me go on, shall I?
I have an interview with my job network people on the 5th of December. That day was a Friday. I spent that day writhing in agony in various spots in the house (Kitchen, whilst trying to prepare heating devices for my stomach, or just swallowing ineffectual pain-killers, or sitting on the toilet just so my bowels could relax for two seconds and not cramp up, or just lying in bed wishing I could sleep off the cramps). The next day was the same - in fact I spent four days in total cramping in agony.
I don't know what You have against me, but Dude - that was one heavy period. I'm not used to periods like that. I'm not used to such pain. Usually it's one day of cramping - two at the most - and it's life as usual. But I accepted it. I knew I had a week to look for four jobs. I was cool.
I spend about two days or more relaxing and getting over the four most painful days of the year (or what I thought were). Thursday I go to a Popstars audition.
Friday I have tonsilitis.
Monday I'm toxic and need to see the doctor.
Thursday again, and I'm not violently ill anymore but I still can't eat more than a small serve of food at any one sitting without feeling sick. I don't know if it's these antibiotics or what, but it's taking me time to get my appetite back. The very thought of walking all the way into Fremantle makes me want to be sick all over again.
I entertain the thought of going, as maybe I'll collapse on the way there. And whilst I'm carted off in the ambulence, I'll have nice solid reasons why I couldn't make the interview.
They'll probably ask for my fucking application records anyway.
Sorry God, I know I shouldn't swear in front of You. Oh well - You know I do it anyway, right? Right. Honesty is the best policy, especially when keeping up relations with your One Awesome Deity.
Now, here's where I face a conundrum. I could just ring my job interview guy, and say, "Hey. Hi. Let me tell you about my rotten health issues the past two weeks, shall I?" But there are problems.
1) He's a guy. He so doesn't want to hear about my awfully bad period.
2) Tonsilitis. Tonsilitis. God - after cramps? This sounds like a High School Phys-Ed lesson letter.
3) I just wish I remembered that mother-fucking Doctor's Certificate on Tuesday!!
4) That certificate wouldn't have made up for Jack Shit because there's still a week of unaccounted time.
5) I don't even know if there's BEEN two weeks since the last meeting. No. I don't think there has been.
6) HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!! *sobs*
Dear, sweet, merciful God... you know I'm not slacking off, or being a lazy shit. You know that I really have been in awful health this past week and a half. Look at me. I'm so skinny I could be a supermodel. Except for the stomach. But still - you know that ain't right. Usually I'm chunky like Xena! I'm scared if I call my Jobsearch officer guy, he'll get pissy at me like they all did over that childcare debacle. I'm afraid of them all now, I don't trust them.
Anyway, I really am in deep manure. I know there are people in this world with far worse problems than mine. Some people don't have food, or money, or tickets to see Return of the King, or even know what Return of the King IS (Yes, I'm being humourous... it's my coping mechanism). But considering how miserable I've felt over the past while... can I please, pretty please, be given a break?
...?
Uhm.
Okay. *sigh* I hate life. But I don't hate You.
*waves* Till next time.
Your humble spark of something,
Nacey.
I feel like being sick. Mainly because my breakfast so far has been half a cup of coffee over a nice antibiotic. The second reason, agitating the first, is that I'm up yonder Shite Creeke, without that proverbial paddle I really really need.
You know why, You know everything, but for my own peace of mind, let me go on, shall I?
I have an interview with my job network people on the 5th of December. That day was a Friday. I spent that day writhing in agony in various spots in the house (Kitchen, whilst trying to prepare heating devices for my stomach, or just swallowing ineffectual pain-killers, or sitting on the toilet just so my bowels could relax for two seconds and not cramp up, or just lying in bed wishing I could sleep off the cramps). The next day was the same - in fact I spent four days in total cramping in agony.
I don't know what You have against me, but Dude - that was one heavy period. I'm not used to periods like that. I'm not used to such pain. Usually it's one day of cramping - two at the most - and it's life as usual. But I accepted it. I knew I had a week to look for four jobs. I was cool.
I spend about two days or more relaxing and getting over the four most painful days of the year (or what I thought were). Thursday I go to a Popstars audition.
Friday I have tonsilitis.
Monday I'm toxic and need to see the doctor.
Thursday again, and I'm not violently ill anymore but I still can't eat more than a small serve of food at any one sitting without feeling sick. I don't know if it's these antibiotics or what, but it's taking me time to get my appetite back. The very thought of walking all the way into Fremantle makes me want to be sick all over again.
I entertain the thought of going, as maybe I'll collapse on the way there. And whilst I'm carted off in the ambulence, I'll have nice solid reasons why I couldn't make the interview.
They'll probably ask for my fucking application records anyway.
Sorry God, I know I shouldn't swear in front of You. Oh well - You know I do it anyway, right? Right. Honesty is the best policy, especially when keeping up relations with your One Awesome Deity.
Now, here's where I face a conundrum. I could just ring my job interview guy, and say, "Hey. Hi. Let me tell you about my rotten health issues the past two weeks, shall I?" But there are problems.
1) He's a guy. He so doesn't want to hear about my awfully bad period.
2) Tonsilitis. Tonsilitis. God - after cramps? This sounds like a High School Phys-Ed lesson letter.
3) I just wish I remembered that mother-fucking Doctor's Certificate on Tuesday!!
4) That certificate wouldn't have made up for Jack Shit because there's still a week of unaccounted time.
5) I don't even know if there's BEEN two weeks since the last meeting. No. I don't think there has been.
6) HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!! *sobs*
Dear, sweet, merciful God... you know I'm not slacking off, or being a lazy shit. You know that I really have been in awful health this past week and a half. Look at me. I'm so skinny I could be a supermodel. Except for the stomach. But still - you know that ain't right. Usually I'm chunky like Xena! I'm scared if I call my Jobsearch officer guy, he'll get pissy at me like they all did over that childcare debacle. I'm afraid of them all now, I don't trust them.
Anyway, I really am in deep manure. I know there are people in this world with far worse problems than mine. Some people don't have food, or money, or tickets to see Return of the King, or even know what Return of the King IS (Yes, I'm being humourous... it's my coping mechanism). But considering how miserable I've felt over the past while... can I please, pretty please, be given a break?
...?
Uhm.
Okay. *sigh* I hate life. But I don't hate You.
*waves* Till next time.
Your humble spark of something,
Nacey.
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Re: depo
Date: 2003-12-17 08:07 pm (UTC)There are alternatives to Depo now though. If you talk to a doctor, they can prescribe any monocyclic BCP on a "continuous" or quarterly basis. Meaning that you take the active pill for nine weeks, then take the inactive pill on the 10th week. That would give you only about 5 periods per year.
Also, there are monocyclic birth control patches available now, though the name escapes me at the moment. The same sort of quarterly periods can be done with those, and I hear that they work very well.
Why would you want to take BCPs like this? Well, its damn convient to start with and secondly, its better for your health as well. While the direct causes of endometriosis and poly-cyctic ovarian syndrome are not known, it is a fact that the less periods you have, the less likely you are to develop those diseases. Consider this fact: Before 1920 (the age when diaphrams and condomes became widely available), women had only 200-300 periods in a lifetime. Now we average 400-500.
Sorry for rambling in your journal Nacey, but this is a subject near and dear to my heart and I couldn't resist one more reply.
I will end this by saying that if anyone has questions about BCPs or any of the female diseases, they are welcome to come to my journal and ask at any time. I'm not a doctor, but life has forced me to become an expert. As women, we have to stick together in this. The world at large is against us -- In America, an insurance company is 7 times more likely to pay for a Viagra prescription than they are for birth control.
Re: depo
Date: 2003-12-17 08:38 pm (UTC)and im on depo because i couldnt remember to take the pill, the only other option was implanion, which i really didnt want coz the side effects for that were evil and i didnt want this visable lump in my arm (not visble my arse stupid pamphlet)
patches wernt available when i made the choice, and im very happy with depo, so i dont see any reason to change.
and personally, i like my 0 periods a year, i dont think i could go back to having them unless i wanted to get pregnant.
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Date: 2003-12-17 09:06 pm (UTC)I mean, I don't have sex because I'm devoted to my career (married to it, in a lot of ways), so I don't really need birth control.
My main problem with all bcps, and this is the hugest of huge, is the weight gain. I cannot afford to put on the weight. I need to stay as slim as possible for my work (music). I'd rather have bad periods than a fat arse, because I can take a pill and the periods don't hurt anymore, but if I have a fat arse, I can't wear my nice clothes and do my thing as a singer. I know that sounds really stupid, but it's just - it's the way my life is I'm afraid. Music takes top priority.
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Date: 2003-12-17 11:00 pm (UTC)i went of the pill in yr 11 because i stopped working and couldnt afford it, and then went back on it midway through yr 12, and i put on 10kg, it was so awful! (but got my skin was horrid when i was off the pill)
ive lost all the weight now (and am loosing more due to my thyroid slowly going back to normal), it works for me. i know itll be way hard to go back to having periods, but my periods were never that bad to begin with (except for the worst fucking sore back for the 3days prior to getting it)