That “Oops” title is just so versatile. ^.^
Well, I was all geared up to be on time today, but I got a phone call at 10:30pm from a very concerned friend in South Carolina. I apparently put her down as a job reference without letting her know first. Oops. (See that versatility?) Bad job seeker. No cookie. Luckily, this lady is sweet as a peach, and said nice things about me anyway. Realizing we hadn’t talked in a while, she looked at my Facebook page, which prompted the call. We chatted for about an hour about various things, both good and bad. There’s been more lay-offs at the company I used to work for. The whole department was moved to a different manager. (A guy I don’t care for, who always wears way too much cologne.) My current financial position, which is incredibly less than stellar. (Cue shameless plug about the “Donation” button! Free wallpaper to those who donate!) On the brighter side, her son is doing well. She told me funny wedding and bachelorette party-related stories. She reassured me that everything will turn out fine, which is what everyone says. I believe it; I know the gods will provide. I just wish it would all work out a little faster. >.<
Now, about the reason for her call. Earlier today, I changed my Facebook status to "Single" in an attempt to stop the overwhelming amount of baby- and pregnancy-related ads I've been receiving. I am not currently single, nor do I have any intention of becoming so. For an explanation as to why I did it, including a long medical explanation/rant, keep reading. Otherwise, feel free to stop here.
Frankly, with my PCOS and screwy prolactin level, the whole topic is rather depressing. If you don't know what PCOS is, a) you're lucky, because that means you and/or a loved one probably doesn't have it, and b) there's a plethora of information available on the internet about it. Basically, PCOS (aka, Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) is an endocrine disorder that affects the body on multiple levels. Symptoms include high levels of androgens (male hormones) in the blood, leading to things like hirsutism (male-pattern body hair) and male-pattern balding. Women with PCOS frequently have an irregular menstrual cycle wherein they don't ovulate, leading to a build-up of partially developed follicles in the ovaries that resemble cyst-like bumps on an ultrasound. It is also frequently accompanied by insulin resistance, weight gain, and acne. Doesn't it just sound like boatloads of fun?
As an added bonus to my brand of PCOS, or possibly a completely unrelated issue, I also have severely elevated levels of prolactin. Prolactin stimulates the development of mammary tissue during puberty and causes lactation during pregnancy. When someone is describing how birth control pills work, the most common phrase I hear is – “They trick the body into thinking it’s pregnant.” Clearly it doesn’t do that good a job, since many women have gotten pregnant on the pill. Well, my elevated prolactin does the same thing, with a vengeance. Even if ovulation were to randomly occur, thereby allowing fertilization, some members of the medical community believe an elevated prolactin level will cause a miscarriage. Essentially, it activates the you-can’t-get-pregnant-while-pregnant defense. The doctor who discovered my high levela had no ideas as to the cause. She didn’t know why my levels are 4-5 times higher than they should be; they just are.
Since I have no health insurance, I am trying to control my symptoms using herbal supplements and diet. The diet thing isn’t go that well. Sadly, healthy food is frequently more expensive than junk. Either way, my odds of conceiving naturally are pretty much nil. That’s not from me – that’s from the endocrinologist I saw last year. So, all the pregnancy- and baby-related Facebook ads are adding insult to injury. I’m taking too many supplements to just pretend there’s nothing wrong with me and ignore them.
My last desperate attempt to block them out was to change my status to “Single.” I am still married. Jerry and I are very happy, and have no plans to change our relationship in the foreseeable future. Yay marriage! Yay being in love! Some days are better than others, but we work all the time to make sure no days are ever that bad. My apologies for the rant, but I did warn you in advance. ^.~