Lately I have been avoiding this blog. After all the flooding in and around Boulder, everyone seems to be in shock. We are all still coming out of it. I have met a few people who lost everything. It's heartbreaking. I haven't wanted to post anything, because I've been going through my own struggles, which, some will say, are nothing in comparison. On the other hand, my mom used to always tell me that if it's your itch, it still itches. You shouldn't compare wounds, and not just because we all have different perspectives and different tolerance levels for pain, emotional or physical. If your advice to anyone suffering is to buck up, because there are worse problems in the world or you have it worse -- like it's some kind of contest -- ask yourself if that's really helpful. Those who tend to say that often have their own shit to wade through. Of course there are worse problems in the world, but that shouldn't discount anyone else's pain.
But I still feel selfish for whining when I know what other people are facing around here and elsewhere. While attempting to avoid making this a pity party, I will give a brief update about some of what's going on in my world. I won't go into all of it, as some issues are better left off public blogs.
My out of whack hormones (warning, this is gross)
Well, what I thought was a hormonal condition turned out to be something more concerning. After five weeks of bleeding, I finally went to see a doctor. I'm now approaching six weeks of having my period. The last three weeks have been insane. My vagina is spewing so much blood that it sometimes comes out in chunks. In the last six days or so, I have gone though almost four packages of regular pads and two and a half packages of liners. Forget tampons. Those won't work with this kind of blood flow. I have also ruined pretty much every pair of underwear I own, stained two sets of sheets, one pair of shorts and several towels. I seem to be leaking everywhere. An ultrasound showed that I have endometriosis. I see another doctor next week to discuss options. Despite looking quite pale, I'm not yet anemic. I guess that's good.
I'm still injured. It might sound odd or out of place to add that my PT is really awesome. I have no complaints, but the injury is stubborn and difficult to treat. Nothing makes sense with it. Rest doesn't seem to help, but I can't do any real workouts. This is dragging out way too long, and it's fucking depressing. I'm getting soft, too. I'm not getting in the pool lately, because, well, I don't think I can find a tampon big enough to stop what's coming out of me. Plus, I hate swimming when it's my only option. I mind it less if it's just a little extra something to add to a workout. I don't know what the next steps will be with this thing.
Now for some fun.
Because I have done chocolate reviews before, I was invited to be one of the regular contributors to this blog: http://sexandchocolateshow.blogspot.com/ Hee. This could be interesting. As if I need an excuse to eat chocolate.
Oh and you should buy this book: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/347361 or https://www.createspace.com/4408253 There's even a story about a runner in there.