Ladies and gentlemen*, it’s time for a round of that legendary game we call Good News/Bad News. Woo hoo!
* = Gentlemen may wish to skip this read. It’s girlie. Like a tampon commercial is girlie.
Good News: I had my annual exam today.
Bad News: I weighed in 50 pounds above what I weighed at last year’s exam.
Good News: All clear “down there.”
Bad News: They are no longer permitted to prescribe my particular pill to migraine sufferers.
Good News: There are other pills.
Bad News: None of them regulate the cycle or reduce the debilitating symptoms I was having that made me go on the pill so young in the first place and stay on it so long in the second place.
Good News: There is also a shot.
Bad News: Starting the shot is not recommended for people who would like to become pregnant within one or two years.
Good News: I’m trying to get all of the chemicals out of my system anyway, hence the gluten-free diet.
Bad News: I kinda thought I’d get to decide where and when and how the chemicals would leave my daily routine with a little more planning.
Good News: Three days gluten-free and I’m having very little pain with headaches or joint pain AND the Amy’s gluten-free foods are delicious!
Bad News: They are also expensive.
Good News: Thwok is old enough to get spayed.
Bad News: First available appointment is next week, meaning we’re living with a Canadian bulimic howler monkey for another seven days. I can’t imagine it’s going to get LESS painful to hear. [Note: she is neither Canadian nor bulimic, but that’s the phrase that describes the musical stylings of Celine Dion and… well… close enough.]
Good News: I came home from the non-triumphant morning and napped on the new sofa.
Bad News: There is no bad news. Life is good when you have a sofa you can nap on, kitties to cuddle on you, a fiancé who makes you gluten-free waffles with organic maple syrup, and a fun way to put life into perspective… all while making a list!
Any “family planning” conversations you’d like to have/advice on the above… gladly appreciated.
Meanwhile, after looking back at my 1998 DayMinder (old school paper version), I reeeeeally miss keeping a pen-and-paper calendar sometimes. Yes, I love my SixHundy and I do still keep an old-fashioned journal by the bed, but MAN, it was fun looking through all of those old pages and pages of my past.
Oh… and I was doing that to prep for what to expect, coming off the pill for the first time since 1998, when I came off EVERYTHING to find out whether I had bipolar disorder (I didn’t… I was just a junkie).
Onward!