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Since moving to the UK, I have been on an obsessive mission to obtain as much of my adult medical history from the US as possible. So far, so good.

 

But it reminds me of how many difficulties I had with US medical care and how often I was left feeling like doctors either thought I was nuts or I thought I actually was nuts. When I read over the studies that were done and think about the symptoms that I have suffered with for many years now, I’m highly annoyed that discoveries were made and then not disclosed to me or in cases, to my Primary Care Physician (PCP) and thus have led to several more years incurred healthcare costs, pain and… Continue reading

Lately, I have been  posting a lot of my experiences on Facebook regarding the pregnancy and the local stance on c-section. I feel bad drawing comparisons between the UK and US, I know it probably offends people to some extend which I do apologize for. I know that no one wants to hear “but in my country …”. I’m not saying that though, I’m saying “I have a limited understanding. This is what I have experienced, can you tell me how it may differ?”

 

What I can say is, I can only draw from what I know and ask questions to help myself understand what I am facing as a first time mother. I feel badly if some people (mostly midwives) take offense to my asking questions but at the end of the day, it’s my body, my pregnancy and I have to feel comfortable with the outcome.

 

Warning: These opinions are my own. The statements below therapist los angeles do not seek to replace any sort of professional advise, do not seek to judge or convince any one of anything.

For more information on the NHS and C-Section, visit … Continue reading

Isn’t it the truth – thinking that because you’re not seeing it, you’re not hearing it, you’re not experiencing it NOW that it isn’t there any longer? Life can make you a fool.

I had thought earlier, just how did I become this Zen goddess, this Yoda like creature of calm? It’s been a journey these last several years and mostly, the last two that have yielded this new sense of “calm”.

If you’ve been following my LJ (and God knows, you probably have not) you would know that I’ve struggled the last several years (starting in around 2006) with various health issues. It started with some “female” issues and then I started to develop terrible pain and a feeling of “swelling” in my legs. I became even more fatigued than I had ever been. As time went on, I started to have odd symptoms – my limbs turning colors (red/purple/white), pain in my hands, numbness in my fingers, problems with vision, bleeding into my intestines (defecating pints of blood), thyroid problems, worsening back problems, etc.

Later, I found out that I had a fibroid tumor in my uterus the size of a large grapefruit. But this is all old hat.

After an embolization, surgery and many, many different doctors giving many, many different theories, I went to the Mayo Clinic. They confirmed many things wrong but didn’t do any thing to help. Again, old hat.

I’ve been on pain medication now for at least two years which has helped. I’m still in a lot of pain daily but at least I’m not crawling into work and crying the first 2 hours of every day from the pain in my hands, legs and face. I’m back on seizure meds and now I’m taking an anti-depressant for my chronic pain. I really think it’s my (very cool) neurologists way of saying “I think you need this to help you emotionally”. I’m convinced I’m doing SO MUCH BETTER.

To be fair to myself, yes I am doing much better. It’s been a journey, as I said and it’s been more bearable with pain meds, my seizure meds, a lot of soul and spiritual searching, a lot of coming to terms calmly and of course, a lot of thankfulness. I’ve learned these two years that I’m strong. I’ve learned to cope in healthier ways, not the healthiest because I am kind of an emotional eater. *chuckle* But as I tell my dr, I’m celibate so at least I can have chocolate, right? She doesn’t agree.

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I am starting to think I just need brain breaks to really feel more alive and awake in the evenings. I came home tonight and just sat in bed with Artie, dozing slightly and that seems to have helped.

Now to the meat of my motivating post … here I am, 31 and single. I know you’re sick of hearing it but HEY, I’m sick of saying it!! I’ve met 3 guys in real-life lately who seem in varying degrees to be interested in me. All three are very nice and interesting in their own very special ways.

1. Very good looking, a bit “not tall” but that’s ok. He seems interested but not overly which is a buzz kill for me. I don’t want “stalker” devotion but at least something a little more motivated, like oh, answering a text where I suggest we have dinner. I actually heard the crickets after that. *shame*

2. Not bad looking, sort of boyishly cute. He’s, again “not tall” but has beautiful eyes. He seems very interested in me and even CALLED ME. That doesn’t happen. For some reason though, I’m just not really jiving.

3. Tall! Who knew! Not really my type… Continue reading

I’ve been kicking around writing an entry for a few days now (and had started on quite a good one when my lap top decided deleting the text would be a HOOT) but haven’t had quite the energy required to do so. But it’s an overcast Saturday, the tunes are blaring via my pink Hello Kitty earbuds and I’m well rested.

So, what’s been on this mind these past weeks? Mostly bodily discomfort. This discomfort, woe discomfort, has robbed me of rest and energy, rendering my mind nearly incapable of rational neigh intelligible thought or statement. But here I am, finally some what rested, a bit weary in heart and having made an appointment with my doctor. God, there’s no disappointment like the disappointment a doctor can deliver when you’re feeling like the gum under King Kong’s shoe. Wait, or is that a crushed islander?

*does brief samba*

Here I am, a woman with the body of an elderly sex-pot (hey my rack still looks great!) and with a bit less of the sex life. I kick around my thoughts of health vs success vs loneliness vs the rest of my life. You may ask yourself, what have these things… Continue reading

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