Do drugs *really* make everything better?

As many of you probably know, I suffer from Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). In fact, I think I've probably mentioned it on here before. What you may not know is that I suffer from a much worse case than many of my other cysters. While many women can live a fairly normal life, and may not even know they have it until dealing with infertility, I cannot.

For the past 3 months or so I've been dealing with a particularly bad episode. My hormones are all out of wack and I am in constant pain. There's really not much they can do other than give me pain medication and put me back on HBC. The HBC can take up to 3 months to work, if it works at all. I may need to switch to a new brand after 3 months (it has been 2 with this one). So, I just stay drugged up 24/7. And if I miss a dose or take it too late the consequences are quite dire. Quite a bit of the time Josh has to bring it to me in bed as I'm in too much pain to get it myself.

Lately it has actually been getting worse. Even after taking one pill I am still in a large amount of pain. The other day I actually passed out for a few seconds (or minutes? I'm not sure I was passed out lol) from the pain. So I have to get even *more* drugged up.

What is the point of me writing all this? Well I am not myself when I am drugged up. I obviously can't drive, so I've been holed up in the house. I haven't been able to work, either. I haven't officially quit not have I been fired but at this point I'm not holding out hope that my job will still be there when I get better. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. I have also become even more antisocial than normal. I don't want to talk to anybody or see anybody in person because I'm not myself and that embarrasses me. My sister's wedding is coming up (and associated parties) and I'm not sure how I'm going to deal with that. I'm supposed to be in the darn thing and she's going to have these pictures for the rest of her life. I don't want to ruin them.

Basically my point is if you see me acting like a fool and talking funny, it's not my fault. If you see me crying in pain, give me a hug. I could use one.

Teal is the color for PCOS (and Ovarian Cancer) support. The image above is from [here], where you can buy PCOS support ribbons, postcards, pillows, and other paraphernalia. This one is my favorite and I would love to have it if it's wasn't for that whole not working thing.

What a Sad, Sad Day

Yesterday my wonderful husband went to the store for me since I have been unable to for the past like three weeks or something dumb like that. He got me my favorite things ever - Walmart brand hamburger dill pickle chips.

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As I was picking them up off the counter to put into the fridge the unthinkable happened. CRASH! There goes all my lovely, delicious, pickles on to the floor.... If it wasn't for all the tiny pieces of glass I might have been tempted to find the ones who weren't touching the floor and save them. =(

Thankfully no one was hurt - not even a scratch. But even better than that my fantastical husby had been wise enough to get more than one jar of pickles. =D

Just part of my 99%

As some of you know, I applied for a promotion at work several weeks ago. I recently found out that I did not get it. Instead the position was given to another internal candidate from Tallahassee who has been with the company several years longer than I have. Despite how long he's been with the company, I still know more about *our* store than he does, but I digress. He's a nice enough guy and I'm sure he deserved it.

I have since decided that although I did not get this position, it is very important that I find full time employment. We need more money. I need health insurance. I am not going to school over the summer so I'll certainly have the time. So if my local readers know of anything, I would appreciate you letting me know.

I know that saying I'm looking for a new job publicly on the internet can be risky. I'm not too worried about it though as my boss (and hers) already know what I have decided. There is a chance that my position will be converted into a full time one in order for me to stay, but I am certainly not counting on it.

Thank the gods for Special Report interruptions

This morning Josh and I were at the doctor's office, because we're cool and sickly like that. Unfortunately for us we arrived just in time to watch The View.

I quite honestly cannot understand why anyone would willingly watch this show. It's not that I disagree with them, I don't even know if I *do* because I can't stand to watch them long enough to figure out what they think. All I hear when they are on is one angry woman talking over another increasingly angry woman, with each woman getting more shrill as they talk over each other. It was only on for about 10 minutes before I started to get a migraine.

Thankfully then ABC interrupted with a Special Report. I feel indebted to the people of Egypt, whose perseverance over the last 18 days worked to spare me from this torture.

Why shaving and pain medication don't mix

1. You will miss quite a few spots. Some of them rather large and surprising.


2. You might end up accidentally shaving one of your finger nails. This will be quite painful.


3. It will take twice as long as normal.


4. Did I mention the fingernail thing?

Perfect time to be sick.

My co-worker decided it would be a good idea to come to work with bronchitis, and pass it along to me. How thoughtful of her.

But at least it gives me a good reason to eat lots of potato soup, drink lots of root beer (my go-t0 drink of choice when ill), and sleep all day. I mean come on, that's stuff I usually want to do anyway!

It does kind of make me feel like Storm, though. The conditions outside seem quite similar to how I feel. I tried to use my psionic ability to create snow instead of rain, but it did work. Oh well.

My sincerest apologies to anyone named Adriana.

I have been hacked.

I do not know quite how it happened. As far as I can tell I do not have any keyloggers on my computer, nor have I been the victim of a phishing scam.

However, I was recently greeted by this message upon logging into my email account:

WARNING: We believe your account was recently accessed from: WI.

I was pleased to see that they didn't spam my whole address book, but they did decide to pick on people named Adriana. Apparently the hackers think that Adrianas are fat because they sent out several messages hailing the wonders of Acai Berries. So not only have they spammed these poor people, but also insulted them. This makes me a sad panda.

For the record, if your name is Adriana I personally will not assume you are fat. I mean, just take a look at these women. I doubt they need the help of Acai Berries.