Thursday 30 July 2015
NHS Gynecology....what the f**k?
Tuesday I had my 'consultation' with my gynecology specialist. After waiting over an hour over my actual appointment time I was called. (Hey it's the NHS) Only it wasn't him, it turned out to be some (i'm presuming) trainee consultant acting on his behalf even though I had seen him actually in his clinic.
So first of all I was a little bewildered as to why I had another random person to speak to. He seemed friendly enough although he was foreign and had quite a strong accent so I struggled to understand him for most of the actual appointment.
I had to (as usual) explain everything from the start going back 10 years, explaining all my symptoms, surgeries and everything up until now. First annoyance was when I told him I had been diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome several years ago to which his response was " just because you have the cysts on your ovaries doesn't mean you have the syndrome" So straight away I was pretty taken back. I'm a million % certain I have PCOS as it was both diagnosed by laparoscopy and also by my GP as for years I had suffered with severe acne, weight gain, hirutism (excessive hair growth) heavy and painful periods and so on. I'd atually love it if it was simply the cysts on my ovaries and not the latter. That would of been fabulous. I brushed it off anyway after telling him that I had been diagnosed and also had the syndrome for years.
I was asked to rate my pelvic pain on a scale of 1-10 on a daily basis, not in relation to menstruating, and I gave a 9 and then I was asked to rate it based on the time of menstruating and gave a 10. He scribbled all this down. I tried to tell him calmly ( holding back tears) just how much of a dominant effect my pain has on my life at the moment; that it makes going to the toilet excruiating, sex is a distant notion far away on a horizon because i'd prefer to be bludgeoned to death that experience the amount of pain it induces. I told him the fatigue and pain was mind-numbing and it had had a strong impact on studying for my degree and my quality of life in general.
After listening to me he scribbled a little more only to excuse himself to "consult" with my actual gynecologist. He came back almost 5 minutes later with a little encyclopedia of medicines and their uses. I saw him instantly flip to the z's. I knew straight away he was going to suggest zoladex. I tried again rather pathetically (at this point feeling really disheartened) to tell him that I was reluctant to try tablets again for months on end in the hope that it might make a difference. I'd prefer surgery because it's more pro-active and actually makes a difference in regards to the pain I feel. (I was about 4 months pain free after my last surgery) He gave me a dubious look and began the "not advising surgery speech" because if they can- they'd rather fob you off on medication that doesn't help instead. It was at this point I burst into tears and told him I couldn't possibly entertain the idea of another 6 weeks with this pain nevermind 6 months.
Again he got up to go and "consult" with my consultant.
After about 10 minutes he came back again and sat down with his little book and then said I should try microgynon.
It was at this point I wanted to both sob hysterically and grab his shoulders and shake him violently.
I'VE BEEN ON A COMBINED CONTRACEPTIVE PILL FOR 9 FUCKING YEARS.
And if anything- it's done absolutely NOTHING.
I just kind of sat there exasperated whilst he launched into his medical babble about my actual gynecologist trying to avoid surgery.
It was at this point that he said something that was an absolute mind-fuck. I'd spent most of the appointment trying to guess what he'd been saying or asking him to repeat himself or the question he was asking. I'd taken in my boyfriend ( I don't usually like taking anyone close to me into my appointments as I usually try to hide how bad I feel from them, that and it's super personal) and he said something along the lines of "the surgery didn't show/find any endometriosis" or thats what my boyfriend claims he said. I couldn't understand anything at this point as I was just trying to wipe my tears and not bawl like a lunatic. He excused himself AGAIN, to go and speak to my consultant and came back afterwards saying that they would put me for surgery if that's what I wanted.
During the time he was gone, my boyfriend turned to me and said- "what's he on about when he said about the surgery not showing endometriosis", instantly I was like.... "is that what he said?" I was completely and utterly baffled and convinced he'd said something along those lines but not actually that, am I going fucking mad?
After my last laparoscopy to diagnose and remove endometriosis 18 months ago, I was told both directly after my surgery I DID have endometriosis and also at my 6 week follow up appointment with my actual gynecologist (i'd taken my mum) he'd explained I did have endometriosis- showed me the surgery photographs of where it was found and removed (around my left ovary and the back of my womb) and told me that it was classed as a moderate case. You can imagine I was so relieved back then as I'd gotten a diagnosis and also a treatment.
Had I imagined all of this? Of course not. Where the fuck was this man getting his information from? He had kept looking at some documents he had up on the screen that I couldn't see for the life of me because I hadn't got my reading glasses on. After a quick physical examination and being given a surgery information handout and quickly ushererd out, I left absolutely confused as to what he'd said. I know I should of instantly queried it whilst I was there, but as I'd not properly heard what he had said I'd carried on talking about the next surgery. The past few days it's bugged me beyond belief. To the point where I've even been checking my medical notes and files which all have 'endometriosis' on them and explain that I had a diagnostic laparoscopy and the removal of endometriosis so what on earth. I've spent the past 2 days just completely baffled. If i'd been diagnosed how on earth could it be that this man was telling me that it hadn't been found? What on earth was going on? Had he got confused? Am i a raving lunatic who has imagined the whole thing? Or did he simply mean something else or was he talking about the surgery in the future that may not find any?
I'm so utterly confused and upset and just generally stressed as to why he said that- where he had his information from, why had i been told something different?
At this point I'm waiting for a date for my next surgery, but am unsure as to how I can actually check what had been said without having to have an appointment.
I don't know if anything similar has happened to anyone else but I'm now a very paranoid and confused lady. The NHS never fail to be a complete mind-fuck.
This is where I'm at now. I don't know if it's pointless to try to call his secretary as I have no idea if they can relay any information like that to me.
I'm just so totally confused.
It's things like this that really make me doubt the NHS.
Not only can they not even give you an appointment with your actual specialist despite waiting months and months just for the apppointment but then you get told completely conflicting information about the conditions you have.
UGH.
Love,
The Endo (Or maybe not?!?) Artist.
X
Friday 24 July 2015
Things NOT to say to someone with a CHRONIC ILLNESS.
So, I thought I'd do a post which I'm pretty serious about. Both for me personally and I'm sure for all the lovely people battling with a chronic illness (or several) who hear some of these things on a daily basis. So for all of you condescending idiots out there, here's how to avoid SERIOUSLY upsetting someone who is already struggling more than you could ever know.
#1. But you don't look sick/ill/like anything is wrong.
Well you don't look like a condescending, insensitive, judgemental arsehole but you are. Just because you can't PHYSICALLY see a disease or medical condition DOES NOT mean that it does not exist. It does and I can guarantee you have zero idea of the suffering that person is coping with.
#2. I wish I could be as lazy as you are.
Whilst I'm sure you would relish sometime to not have to work/ go about daily activities, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't at the expense of being in constant mind-numbing pain, which makes you feel inadequate, lonely and completely isolated. We're not spending hours fetal taking pills because we're having a fantastic relaxing time shirking our responsibilities. Being house or bed bound is emotionally upsetting and can lead to anxiety, social issues and a constant feeling of guilt.
#3. Aren't you better yet?
What part of 'chronic' can't you understand.? If it was something that we could make disappear over night or even time- don't you think we would of tried it? Sadly it's something we have to endure on a daily, monthly and yearly basis and we're fierce tough bitches so you can shove your 'aren't you better yet' up your... ahem...arse.
#4. Can't you just take some painkillers?
Painkillers! Why by god! I'd never thought of that- said no one with a chronic illness ever. The chances are the person you're medically advising to take painkillers- despite your total lack of knowledge, is probably on more tablets than you can count on your hands, never mind spell. Paracetamol to us is like eating smarties, it doesn't even make a dent on the pain or discomfort were feeling. So keep your medical suggestions to yourself unless you're a qualified doctor.
#5. It can't be that bad.
It is. In fact it's worse. Imagine something that doesn't kill you but just makes it feel as though you're actually dying and you have no control over it. Under NO circumstances are we exaggerating, playing it up, after sympathy or for people to feel sorry for us. The chances are we are in more discomfort and pain than we will ever let on. Yes it's awful and challenging but no we don't want your sympathy although some sensitivity and understanding would be nice.
#6. My friends sisters dogs uncles brothers wife had that and they had 600 kids and they're fine now.
Well that's fucking fabulous for them isn't it. Every persons experience is personal and subjective. Whilst sadly most of us share similar symptoms, it doesn't necessarily mean that what has helped or worked for one person- will work for another and your un necessary, probably untrue success Chinese whispers are not welcome here.
#7. At-least you don't have to work.
Oh yes, how awesome. I love being confined to not only my bed on a regular basis but also the same four walls that make me feel hopeless and depressed. I love not being able to enjoy life to the full and do everyday normal things like see friends, shop, work, meet new people. There's nothing like pain filled isolation to make you feel great about yourself. Spend a few days trapped by your own body with no control and then tell me the same thing again.
#8. At-least it won't kill you.
Whilst we can appreciate that it may not be a terminal as such illness and can understand completely how horrific it must be for people dealing with such- it doesn't detract from the fact that we are suffering on a daily basis with virtually no relief or hope of a cure. Imagine something that doesn't kill you but just stops you from enjoying or living your life whilst you feel as though it is.
#9. I'm really tired too/ I feel the same.
You may be attempting to relate/comfort but I can guarantee that you probably don't. That's not us big dismissive of how you feel but there are things medically going on within our bodies and brains/nerves/hormones that make us actually experience things differently than the average healthy person. When we say we're tired; we probably feel as though we've been hit with a truck. The fatigue I feel personally feels as though tiny holes have been drilled in each part of my body and have been filled with concrete. I'm heavy, tired, depressed and can hardly keep my eyes open.
#10. Yeah but is it an actual real condition though? You'll definitely be able to have kids.
Again whilst you might be attempting at making someone feel more hopeful you're really only making us feel as though it's in our heads. It's not. If I could wear my disease on the outside of my body I'm pretty certain no one would ever doubt me or my conditions. You're not a medical professional so you have absolutely no knowledge or expertise to tell us what our bodies will and won't let happen. As I said before, it's often subjective and personal. Not everyone would like children but still it's nice to have the option and not to be robbed of it. Deep down most of us keep alive the hope that we will be able to have our own family but it doesn't mean that we delude ourselves into thinking that we can defy science.
My main annoyance about some of these things is how often so many people around us say these things to us, especially those who are meant to be supportive and understand. I highly recommend if you haven't already, you extensively read up on your spouse's/partners/siblings/child's condition so that you have as much understanding as possible.
Knowledge about what people are experiencing really does make a huge difference and will effect how you treat us. We don't want people to feel sorry for us and we don't want to make people think our whole lives are one giant big sob story. We have lots to be thankful for and despite some- most of us are surrounded by loving and thoughtful understanding people but it's not always the case for everyone. If you've not experienced it then don't pretend to know how it feels. Be kind. Be supportive. Just be there. You don't have to try to force a false sense of hope upon us. Just being there and silently holding our hand through it all will be enough. Don't make us feel guilty or strange for the sacrifices we have to make in our lives in order to function. This goes for anyone, suffering from any condition or illness. Take the time to really consider how that person may feel and let them know that even though you can't always relate, that you are THERE. That's what matters to us.
And if you're one of those arrogant self absorbed arseholes who judge people based on something you have no knowledge of then....
#1. But you don't look sick/ill/like anything is wrong.
Well you don't look like a condescending, insensitive, judgemental arsehole but you are. Just because you can't PHYSICALLY see a disease or medical condition DOES NOT mean that it does not exist. It does and I can guarantee you have zero idea of the suffering that person is coping with.
#2. I wish I could be as lazy as you are.
Whilst I'm sure you would relish sometime to not have to work/ go about daily activities, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't at the expense of being in constant mind-numbing pain, which makes you feel inadequate, lonely and completely isolated. We're not spending hours fetal taking pills because we're having a fantastic relaxing time shirking our responsibilities. Being house or bed bound is emotionally upsetting and can lead to anxiety, social issues and a constant feeling of guilt.
#3. Aren't you better yet?
What part of 'chronic' can't you understand.? If it was something that we could make disappear over night or even time- don't you think we would of tried it? Sadly it's something we have to endure on a daily, monthly and yearly basis and we're fierce tough bitches so you can shove your 'aren't you better yet' up your... ahem...arse.
#4. Can't you just take some painkillers?
Painkillers! Why by god! I'd never thought of that- said no one with a chronic illness ever. The chances are the person you're medically advising to take painkillers- despite your total lack of knowledge, is probably on more tablets than you can count on your hands, never mind spell. Paracetamol to us is like eating smarties, it doesn't even make a dent on the pain or discomfort were feeling. So keep your medical suggestions to yourself unless you're a qualified doctor.
#5. It can't be that bad.
It is. In fact it's worse. Imagine something that doesn't kill you but just makes it feel as though you're actually dying and you have no control over it. Under NO circumstances are we exaggerating, playing it up, after sympathy or for people to feel sorry for us. The chances are we are in more discomfort and pain than we will ever let on. Yes it's awful and challenging but no we don't want your sympathy although some sensitivity and understanding would be nice.
#6. My friends sisters dogs uncles brothers wife had that and they had 600 kids and they're fine now.
Well that's fucking fabulous for them isn't it. Every persons experience is personal and subjective. Whilst sadly most of us share similar symptoms, it doesn't necessarily mean that what has helped or worked for one person- will work for another and your un necessary, probably untrue success Chinese whispers are not welcome here.
#7. At-least you don't have to work.
Oh yes, how awesome. I love being confined to not only my bed on a regular basis but also the same four walls that make me feel hopeless and depressed. I love not being able to enjoy life to the full and do everyday normal things like see friends, shop, work, meet new people. There's nothing like pain filled isolation to make you feel great about yourself. Spend a few days trapped by your own body with no control and then tell me the same thing again.
#8. At-least it won't kill you.
Whilst we can appreciate that it may not be a terminal as such illness and can understand completely how horrific it must be for people dealing with such- it doesn't detract from the fact that we are suffering on a daily basis with virtually no relief or hope of a cure. Imagine something that doesn't kill you but just stops you from enjoying or living your life whilst you feel as though it is.
#9. I'm really tired too/ I feel the same.
You may be attempting to relate/comfort but I can guarantee that you probably don't. That's not us big dismissive of how you feel but there are things medically going on within our bodies and brains/nerves/hormones that make us actually experience things differently than the average healthy person. When we say we're tired; we probably feel as though we've been hit with a truck. The fatigue I feel personally feels as though tiny holes have been drilled in each part of my body and have been filled with concrete. I'm heavy, tired, depressed and can hardly keep my eyes open.
#10. Yeah but is it an actual real condition though? You'll definitely be able to have kids.
Again whilst you might be attempting at making someone feel more hopeful you're really only making us feel as though it's in our heads. It's not. If I could wear my disease on the outside of my body I'm pretty certain no one would ever doubt me or my conditions. You're not a medical professional so you have absolutely no knowledge or expertise to tell us what our bodies will and won't let happen. As I said before, it's often subjective and personal. Not everyone would like children but still it's nice to have the option and not to be robbed of it. Deep down most of us keep alive the hope that we will be able to have our own family but it doesn't mean that we delude ourselves into thinking that we can defy science.
My main annoyance about some of these things is how often so many people around us say these things to us, especially those who are meant to be supportive and understand. I highly recommend if you haven't already, you extensively read up on your spouse's/partners/siblings/child's condition so that you have as much understanding as possible.
Knowledge about what people are experiencing really does make a huge difference and will effect how you treat us. We don't want people to feel sorry for us and we don't want to make people think our whole lives are one giant big sob story. We have lots to be thankful for and despite some- most of us are surrounded by loving and thoughtful understanding people but it's not always the case for everyone. If you've not experienced it then don't pretend to know how it feels. Be kind. Be supportive. Just be there. You don't have to try to force a false sense of hope upon us. Just being there and silently holding our hand through it all will be enough. Don't make us feel guilty or strange for the sacrifices we have to make in our lives in order to function. This goes for anyone, suffering from any condition or illness. Take the time to really consider how that person may feel and let them know that even though you can't always relate, that you are THERE. That's what matters to us.
And if you're one of those arrogant self absorbed arseholes who judge people based on something you have no knowledge of then....
Stay tough, fearless amazing babe's. You are not alone. People's lack of understanding and sympathy is not a reflection of you. It's a reflection of them.
You're fucking fabulous. The lot of you.
KEEP FIGHTING!
Love,
The Endo Artist.
X
Monday 20 July 2015
Endometriosis and.... bloating!
Hello you lot!
Sorry for the little break from a blog post! Today I want to talk about Endometriosis and bloating. THE JOY! Said no endometriosis sufferer ever.
Anyone who suffers from this debilitating disease or knows anyone who does, should know that one of the many awful symptoms is bloating. I've spent many days looking heavily pregnant for no reason other than my Endometriosis has decided to flare up.
Elasticated waist trousers have become my best friends, especially when the dream of skinny jeans is a very distant one! I am always genuinely amazed at how one day I can look like a normal lady and the next I'm looking like someone from the cast of Alien with a huge bulge protruding from my abdomen. Not the most attractive look I can tell you!
It's one of the most inconvenient side effects of endo I've found for me personally. Making it virtually impossible for me to a) like myself or my body and b) fit into any nice looking clothing whatsoever. On several occasions I've entertained the idea of buying MATERNITY WEAR. Lame! Baggy boyfriend tshirt and leggings are my daily go to and I'm sure many of you understand completely where I'm coming from!
One of my worst experiences with this was on my birthday this year. My boyfriend had bought me the most beautiful all over beaded dress and it was utterly gorgeous. After dancing for several minutes in an attempt to get it over my head I finally persevered only to pull it over my stubbornly bloated stomach to look 9 months pregnant and as though I could hulk out of the whole dress at any moment- in my determination to wear it I went out feeling like a sausage about to burst from its skin- definitely not a thing I'd like to repeat as I spent the whole night sucking my breath in an attempt not to explode at the table.
So why is this that this happens? APPARENTLY it's because of the inflammation caused by the adhesions and wounds inside. When endometriosis particularly flares up- you can expect at any point to look instantaneously with child, ironic considering the difficulties it causes us for that to ever be true! And to make it better, we only get condescended by "experts" who tells us to basically cut out all edible food from our diet.
So.. my options are- permenantly look like an inflatable balloon or starve to death in the hope that it will limit inflammation so that I don't have to look like the incredible hulk? It doesn't seem fair to me.
But endo isn't fair.
When I feel particularly sad about resembling Santa, I often look online at other women's endo flare ups which make me feel much less alone.
Here are a few I've found to be particularly insightful into what an endo flare up bloat can look like! (All photo's belong to the original owner)
I want to wear a sign that says I'M NOT FAT OR PREGNANT I'M JUST HAVING AN ENDO FLARE UP.
I'm seriously considering doing some before and after shots of myself without bloating and with just so people can really see how affecting it can be!
Anyway enough of my moaning! This was really just a post based on some of my recent experiences with the dreaded endo belly which I'm sure many of you can relate to! Even though we may get a little swollen and bloated sometimes, it's only because we're totally fabulous. Stay strong Endobabes and invest in some elasticated pants and trousers.
Until next time, sending lots of love and hoping everyone is having a pain free day!
The Endo Artist.
X
Sorry for the little break from a blog post! Today I want to talk about Endometriosis and bloating. THE JOY! Said no endometriosis sufferer ever.
Anyone who suffers from this debilitating disease or knows anyone who does, should know that one of the many awful symptoms is bloating. I've spent many days looking heavily pregnant for no reason other than my Endometriosis has decided to flare up.
Elasticated waist trousers have become my best friends, especially when the dream of skinny jeans is a very distant one! I am always genuinely amazed at how one day I can look like a normal lady and the next I'm looking like someone from the cast of Alien with a huge bulge protruding from my abdomen. Not the most attractive look I can tell you!
It's one of the most inconvenient side effects of endo I've found for me personally. Making it virtually impossible for me to a) like myself or my body and b) fit into any nice looking clothing whatsoever. On several occasions I've entertained the idea of buying MATERNITY WEAR. Lame! Baggy boyfriend tshirt and leggings are my daily go to and I'm sure many of you understand completely where I'm coming from!
One of my worst experiences with this was on my birthday this year. My boyfriend had bought me the most beautiful all over beaded dress and it was utterly gorgeous. After dancing for several minutes in an attempt to get it over my head I finally persevered only to pull it over my stubbornly bloated stomach to look 9 months pregnant and as though I could hulk out of the whole dress at any moment- in my determination to wear it I went out feeling like a sausage about to burst from its skin- definitely not a thing I'd like to repeat as I spent the whole night sucking my breath in an attempt not to explode at the table.
So why is this that this happens? APPARENTLY it's because of the inflammation caused by the adhesions and wounds inside. When endometriosis particularly flares up- you can expect at any point to look instantaneously with child, ironic considering the difficulties it causes us for that to ever be true! And to make it better, we only get condescended by "experts" who tells us to basically cut out all edible food from our diet.
So.. my options are- permenantly look like an inflatable balloon or starve to death in the hope that it will limit inflammation so that I don't have to look like the incredible hulk? It doesn't seem fair to me.
But endo isn't fair.
When I feel particularly sad about resembling Santa, I often look online at other women's endo flare ups which make me feel much less alone.
Here are a few I've found to be particularly insightful into what an endo flare up bloat can look like! (All photo's belong to the original owner)
I want to wear a sign that says I'M NOT FAT OR PREGNANT I'M JUST HAVING AN ENDO FLARE UP.
Anyway enough of my moaning! This was really just a post based on some of my recent experiences with the dreaded endo belly which I'm sure many of you can relate to! Even though we may get a little swollen and bloated sometimes, it's only because we're totally fabulous. Stay strong Endobabes and invest in some elasticated pants and trousers.
Until next time, sending lots of love and hoping everyone is having a pain free day!
The Endo Artist.
X
Sunday 12 July 2015
Depression, Endometriosis and PCOS.
In all honesty I've genuinely struggled with my moods since I was very young. I remember at the age of 10 lying in my bunk bed and wondering if other kids my age thought the same way I did.
I've always been, as my family like to say "overly sensitive". As a person, I'm fairly easy to upset and I've always been incredibly empathetic. Even as a kid, I would see awful things happening on the news and I would instantly burst into tears because it was so terrible. The simplest of things could bring on a good sobbing session and I would find myself worrying about anything and everything. When I was younger, I had a very strong connection with both my father and my aunt- relating both to them as being very sensitive souls.
My dad- whilst being a very tough exteriored man, was underneath a very soft and loving person, like me taking things very to heart, not that at that age I overly understood. He later developed Alcoholism which resulted in the breakdown of my mother and fathers marriage. As I started to approach (for lack of a better word) puberty, I found myself for hours and hours worrying about everything I couldn't control- feeling anxious about everything, especially around people I didn't know in general. I was excruciatingly shy and the onset of my periods and hormones only hightened this. Along with all my hormonal changes I developed a serious case of acne which started at the age of 13. It was absolutely terrible. My once soft skin was completely covered and it didn't take long for bullying to start. If I had a pound for every time I was called pizza face- I'd be a very rich lady! Most of this I endured in silence along with my horrific periods because I was under the illusion that it was MEANT to be like that. I often felt sad for no particular reason. Sometimes it would come out of nowhere, in the happiest of moments, and other times it would grip me completely, clouding my every thought. I hated myself, couldn't overly relate to either of my sisters and whilst having a small group of friends felt there was always something not quite right in myself.
Things got worse as I got older, I began to take the simplest of things straight to heart. I became incredibly offended- and most of the time felt terrible. I found it hard to sleep and felt as though I couldn't relate to anyone. As most teenagers do, I started seeking comfort in my drawing and singing and music. (I went through a huge nirvana stage which we won't talk about) Haha. As I started to get older and complications with my periods, low mood and anxiety got worse, I confided in my aunt Fay. She was so incredibly understanding. (looking back, which I totally took for granted)
I confessed all about how anxious I felt, how self conxious I had become and how I would feel so lonely and isolated for sometimes no reason. I could be in a room full of people and feel completely and utterly alone, as though I couldn't relate to a single person. I often found myself staring around in utter confusion. How could I feel this awful for no reason? What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I sleep and enjoy growing up like most normal people?
With my aunt, I went to my gp and was started on amitriptyline at around 16, diagnosed with clinical depression. I stayed on this for several years despite it making it virtually impossible for me to function as a normal human being. I was lethargic and tired constantly- my low moods spiralling out of control daily. I had both a mentor, and a councillor throughout high school and college which helped me to focus less on my ever present negativity.
I'd self harmed for several years previous to this- often cutting my arms. I can't exactly say even now why I did this. I just felt so terrible some times and for no reason that I just wanted to have some control over what I was feeling. In all honesty, as I child I witnessed alot of domestic violence, substance abuse, and also my father on multiple occasions whilst struggling with his alcohol dependancy, attempting to take his own life. This obviously must of had some effect on me although I probably won't like to admit it.
After getting diagnosed with PCOS I felt in finally had some idea as to why my mood fluctuated so often- my hormones were completely out of control. Over the next few years I tried to put my moods and thoughts to the back of my mind. My mother- a tough love woman raised in a strict Scottish background despite her own personal struggles was very unsympathetic to the way I felt- if ever I cried or tried to explain how I felt- it was completely disregarded and I was told to stop crying as it was pathetic and weak and that only. I can count on one hand the amount of times I've seen my mother cry in her life- and I guess as people were all different. What she didn't understand, and I find many people around me still DONT understand is that I have literally no control of it. I can have the most fantastic time, things can be so positive and brilliant and yet I'll find myself just feeling terrible, so low and sad and negative.
After my diagnosis and treatment of Endometriosis, and after a very difficult relationship breakdown. ( the one which lead to me losing my locks with stress!) I began to feel worse and worse. My symptoms were dominating my every day life- and still are and I had actually made several attempts on my own life- not that I've shared that with any of my family, but ultimately the human nature to survive along with my complete cowardice- I've never done any significant harm or gone through with it. 5 Years ago I lost my aunt very suddenly to pneumonia. Something which haunts me on a daily basis. She struggled with depression and also alcohol dependency for years, never marrying or having children, me and my 2 sisters had become a focal point of her life and when she passed away I didn't cope particularly well and still struggle most days to accept that she is gone along with the knowledge that I never got to say goodbye or tell her that I loved her before she died.
2 years ago, as a result of (what I can only admit to be a mental breakdown) I was taken back to my gp by my family to start councilling at university and to start different anti-depressants. I briefly tried citroplam which didn't help for me personally- eventually going onto fluxotine which really does help, which I've been on for almost 2 years now. The fluxotine takes the edge off my anxiety and depression and helps me to appreciate my life and the people around me, yet I've found in the past year or so, along with my endometriosis which is raging out of control, that I've become totally unable to handle my feelings and emotions. I've probably been the worst depression wise currently that I've ever been. Endometriosis plays a huge part in that. My symptoms are chronic at present and makes it virtually impossible for me to remain positive. What healthy people don't understand is that being in constant pain and discomfort changes you as a person. And to be honest I've never really functioned normally, if I had I wouldn't be writing this post. Really that's a brief summary of my ever present battle with depression. I have some fantastic days and I know that despite all my self absorbtion and what may come across as self pity- that I have so much to be thankful for, it doesn't stop how I feel.
The stigma around depression is terrible. Even now, despite making several breakthroughs in regards to mental health publicly, it's still thought of by alot of people as taboo. The main comfort I get, is that I'm not alone. I've accepted that ultimately due to my over production of hormones and just my general self nature I'm probably always going to battle with my self over my moods, anxiety and how I feel. I can only say that although in the depths of despair it feels utterly lonely- you're not. Because somewhere out there, there is someone who feels exactly that way too. I'd urge anyone who is struggling with mental health to talk to friends and family, go online, search on forums, go to concilling and find something that atleast makes some positive difference, no matter how small. I'm determined not to let depression get the better of me. I want to be happy.
I think ultimately no matter how hard and awful it can be sometimes, depression and struggle helps to mould us into some of the most interesting, strong and creative of people. Some of the most beautiful souls ive ever known have been these kind of people, and thats something to be proud of.
Sending lots of love,
The Endo Artist.
I've always been, as my family like to say "overly sensitive". As a person, I'm fairly easy to upset and I've always been incredibly empathetic. Even as a kid, I would see awful things happening on the news and I would instantly burst into tears because it was so terrible. The simplest of things could bring on a good sobbing session and I would find myself worrying about anything and everything. When I was younger, I had a very strong connection with both my father and my aunt- relating both to them as being very sensitive souls.
My dad- whilst being a very tough exteriored man, was underneath a very soft and loving person, like me taking things very to heart, not that at that age I overly understood. He later developed Alcoholism which resulted in the breakdown of my mother and fathers marriage. As I started to approach (for lack of a better word) puberty, I found myself for hours and hours worrying about everything I couldn't control- feeling anxious about everything, especially around people I didn't know in general. I was excruciatingly shy and the onset of my periods and hormones only hightened this. Along with all my hormonal changes I developed a serious case of acne which started at the age of 13. It was absolutely terrible. My once soft skin was completely covered and it didn't take long for bullying to start. If I had a pound for every time I was called pizza face- I'd be a very rich lady! Most of this I endured in silence along with my horrific periods because I was under the illusion that it was MEANT to be like that. I often felt sad for no particular reason. Sometimes it would come out of nowhere, in the happiest of moments, and other times it would grip me completely, clouding my every thought. I hated myself, couldn't overly relate to either of my sisters and whilst having a small group of friends felt there was always something not quite right in myself.
Things got worse as I got older, I began to take the simplest of things straight to heart. I became incredibly offended- and most of the time felt terrible. I found it hard to sleep and felt as though I couldn't relate to anyone. As most teenagers do, I started seeking comfort in my drawing and singing and music. (I went through a huge nirvana stage which we won't talk about) Haha. As I started to get older and complications with my periods, low mood and anxiety got worse, I confided in my aunt Fay. She was so incredibly understanding. (looking back, which I totally took for granted)
I confessed all about how anxious I felt, how self conxious I had become and how I would feel so lonely and isolated for sometimes no reason. I could be in a room full of people and feel completely and utterly alone, as though I couldn't relate to a single person. I often found myself staring around in utter confusion. How could I feel this awful for no reason? What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I sleep and enjoy growing up like most normal people?
With my aunt, I went to my gp and was started on amitriptyline at around 16, diagnosed with clinical depression. I stayed on this for several years despite it making it virtually impossible for me to function as a normal human being. I was lethargic and tired constantly- my low moods spiralling out of control daily. I had both a mentor, and a councillor throughout high school and college which helped me to focus less on my ever present negativity.
I'd self harmed for several years previous to this- often cutting my arms. I can't exactly say even now why I did this. I just felt so terrible some times and for no reason that I just wanted to have some control over what I was feeling. In all honesty, as I child I witnessed alot of domestic violence, substance abuse, and also my father on multiple occasions whilst struggling with his alcohol dependancy, attempting to take his own life. This obviously must of had some effect on me although I probably won't like to admit it.
After getting diagnosed with PCOS I felt in finally had some idea as to why my mood fluctuated so often- my hormones were completely out of control. Over the next few years I tried to put my moods and thoughts to the back of my mind. My mother- a tough love woman raised in a strict Scottish background despite her own personal struggles was very unsympathetic to the way I felt- if ever I cried or tried to explain how I felt- it was completely disregarded and I was told to stop crying as it was pathetic and weak and that only. I can count on one hand the amount of times I've seen my mother cry in her life- and I guess as people were all different. What she didn't understand, and I find many people around me still DONT understand is that I have literally no control of it. I can have the most fantastic time, things can be so positive and brilliant and yet I'll find myself just feeling terrible, so low and sad and negative.
After my diagnosis and treatment of Endometriosis, and after a very difficult relationship breakdown. ( the one which lead to me losing my locks with stress!) I began to feel worse and worse. My symptoms were dominating my every day life- and still are and I had actually made several attempts on my own life- not that I've shared that with any of my family, but ultimately the human nature to survive along with my complete cowardice- I've never done any significant harm or gone through with it. 5 Years ago I lost my aunt very suddenly to pneumonia. Something which haunts me on a daily basis. She struggled with depression and also alcohol dependency for years, never marrying or having children, me and my 2 sisters had become a focal point of her life and when she passed away I didn't cope particularly well and still struggle most days to accept that she is gone along with the knowledge that I never got to say goodbye or tell her that I loved her before she died.
2 years ago, as a result of (what I can only admit to be a mental breakdown) I was taken back to my gp by my family to start councilling at university and to start different anti-depressants. I briefly tried citroplam which didn't help for me personally- eventually going onto fluxotine which really does help, which I've been on for almost 2 years now. The fluxotine takes the edge off my anxiety and depression and helps me to appreciate my life and the people around me, yet I've found in the past year or so, along with my endometriosis which is raging out of control, that I've become totally unable to handle my feelings and emotions. I've probably been the worst depression wise currently that I've ever been. Endometriosis plays a huge part in that. My symptoms are chronic at present and makes it virtually impossible for me to remain positive. What healthy people don't understand is that being in constant pain and discomfort changes you as a person. And to be honest I've never really functioned normally, if I had I wouldn't be writing this post. Really that's a brief summary of my ever present battle with depression. I have some fantastic days and I know that despite all my self absorbtion and what may come across as self pity- that I have so much to be thankful for, it doesn't stop how I feel.
The stigma around depression is terrible. Even now, despite making several breakthroughs in regards to mental health publicly, it's still thought of by alot of people as taboo. The main comfort I get, is that I'm not alone. I've accepted that ultimately due to my over production of hormones and just my general self nature I'm probably always going to battle with my self over my moods, anxiety and how I feel. I can only say that although in the depths of despair it feels utterly lonely- you're not. Because somewhere out there, there is someone who feels exactly that way too. I'd urge anyone who is struggling with mental health to talk to friends and family, go online, search on forums, go to concilling and find something that atleast makes some positive difference, no matter how small. I'm determined not to let depression get the better of me. I want to be happy.
I think ultimately no matter how hard and awful it can be sometimes, depression and struggle helps to mould us into some of the most interesting, strong and creative of people. Some of the most beautiful souls ive ever known have been these kind of people, and thats something to be proud of.
Sending lots of love,
The Endo Artist.
Wednesday 8 July 2015
Sick.
Sending lots of love and hoping everyone else has a pain free day!
Love,
The Endo Artist
X
Monday 6 July 2015
What Endometriosis and PCOS feels like through pictures and memes.
So, I don't intend on writing a great deal in this post- I hope anyone who read my last post found it helpful.
Today I'm just going to explain what Endometriosis and Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome feels like through the use of pictures and memes.
So... You've taken painkillers into oblivion and you finally fall asleep when..
Today I'm just going to explain what Endometriosis and Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome feels like through the use of pictures and memes.
So... You've taken painkillers into oblivion and you finally fall asleep when..
South park have it right....
You're gonna have a bad time.
How on earth can I take tablets that could knock out a horse but don't make a dent on my pain?!?!
Says it all.
This. Just this.
When people ask me to describe my pain...
What I think on a daily basis.
Can't actually remember what it's like to have enjoyable sex where you don't feel like your lady parts have been set ablaze.
Constantly, although the concept of a chainsaw of anything is a little bit mild.
It's not it my head. You're a fucking condescending idiot.
Yep.
UHUH.
Thursday 2 July 2015
"Take Control of your Endometriosis" By Henrietta Norton. Short review, summary and overall tips!
Hello my beautiful lot!
So, I've finally found my copy of Take Control of your Endometriosis. By Henrietta Norton.
First of all, I'll just tell you briefly how I found this book. I'd been looking online for books that were related to Endometriosis. I didn't just want a standard book which advised you on diet only. I wanted to actually LEARN more about Endometriosis than what I had read on the internet.
This book is not only informative, but it's generally a really well written book with a mixture of diet tips and lifestyle changes. Norton really talks about the effect diet and everyday life can impact and aggravate Endometriosis and advises the best ways to avoid these and minimise your pain. I can honestly say it was a really interesting and enjoyable read and I learnt alot, about how simple things like deoderant containing alluminium can really affect the body in a negative and un-neccesary way.
The diet aspect of the book doesn't purely focus on eliminaniting every food group so that you're destined to eat a diet of air and water. It really explains how our food has become chemically modified and how these hormones and additives can really influence what is happening with your body. Norton, as a Endometriosis sufferer and Nutritionist finds the perfect balance between advising and educating. She doesn't advise you to spend hours and hours on a treadmill. She know's perfectly what small lifestyle changes can do to minimise and relieve some of the most inconvienient and difficult to deal with symptoms.
Below i'm going to outline roughly some of the best tips and idea's that are suggested throughout the book. All rights belong to Henrietta Norton.
www.henriettanorton.com
THE BASICS.
Above all and probably one of my favourite topics and tips within this book is to KNOW yourself and YOUR body. Sufferers with Endometriosis are too often dismissed by doctors, friends and family. You need to know your own body and if you feel something is wrong, you DESERVE to know what is going on! Don't be afraid to push for the answers that you deserve to have. Ultimately, you know your pain and your symptoms best so trust your own judgement. Make sure to weigh up the benefits of treatment options with the degree of symptoms that you are experiencing. IT IS NOT OKAY TO SUFFER. And you don't have to.
Henrietta explores the links between Endometriosis, the digestive system, the immune system, the liver, the gut, dietary choices, overall general health and fitness. It really is a brilliant read and I highly recommend it to Endometriosis sufferers and also those close to someone who suffers from this disease. It really can shed alot of light into the daily struggles and effects that every day life has upon our bodies and how this can cause significant problems within us.
Dietary tips.
I've decided to chose some of the best dietary advice concepts that get touched upon in this book.
Daily:
If possible buy organic meat, dairy, fruit and vegetables.
Drink atleast 1,5 litres of FILTERED water a day. (glass bottled or filtered through a filtering system) this will help eliminate chlorine and other chemicals which can be detrimental to the symptoms of Endo.
Avoid sugar, both on it's own and hidden within foods.
Eat oily foods, such as fish, nuts and seeds a minimum of 3 x a week.
Eat complex carbohydrates- wholegrains like brown rice, rye, oats and millet.
At least 3 x a week:
Have a red meat 'FREE' day- chose egss, fish or poultry instead.
Have a caffiene 'FREE' day.
Have an alcohol 'FREE' 24 hours- great for helping your liver process and remove unwanted toxins and chemicals.
Eat lentils, chickpeas and soay beans which are phyto-estrogen rich.
General wellbeing tips:
Aim to do light exercise at least 3 x a week. This doesn't have to be in a gym. A light walk will suffice helping blood circulation and encouraging healthy bowel movements!
Get enough natural light!- a brilliant source of vitamin D which has a significant impact upon the hormonal system!
Get enough sleep! Sleep is the time where cellular repair takes place, so getting enough zzzzz's really will help to make you feel more rested. Eliminating tiredness also make's us less likely to chose unhealthy foods high in both fat and sugar.
Take supplements such as vitamins B 12, B 6, Vitamin E, Magnesium, Vitamin C, zinc and probiotics.
Eat every 3 hours and don't skip meals! Long periods without eating threatens your blood sugar and can affect your hormonal equilibrium.
Cut down on caffiene if possible. Limit yourself to a maximum of 2 cups a day!
Relaxation- take the time to properly unwind!
Dry brush your skin to encourage circulation, shift lymphatic fluid and toxins. Do this for 5 minutes twice a day or alternatively use a scrubbing mit.
Chew food properly as this aids with healthy digestion.
Avoid wheat if possible and limit your dairy intake as these contain toxins which can aggravate bloating, swelling and inflammation.
Norton gives us the essential tools to help us take better control of our bodies and also our mind. Completely worth a read and available on many online stores and also in many highstreet bookshops such as waterstones.
I'll be posting soon about simple diet plans which are meant to help relieve and reduce symptoms. I'll be attempting to stick to these myself and it would be brilliant if there were some of you willing to do it with me. We may have been dealt a shit card, but it's up to us to manage how we deal with it.
Remember, you're amazing tough, persevering ladies and YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Love,
The Endo Artist.
x
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