Friday, December 17, 2004
Free Association: My Poly Cystic Ovaries
Tick, tock...
Release, damnit!
Free my poor ova!
Give me some relief!
F*ck you, follicles!
Tick...
Isn't it sad
that something that looks as yummy as a caramel-nut cluster
or a lumpy, bumpy, charcoal broiled marshmallow
could cause me so much grief?!
Tock...
Self-loathing belly fat...
Moodswings
Hirsuitism
And all that...
As if being a woman was not difficult enough.
Tick...
Tired of food restrictions.
Tired of IR medications.
Tired of being tired.
Tired of my body betraying me every step of the way.
Tock...
I used to wear a size 9-10.
Honest.
I have pictures to prove it.
Tick tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick...
What is a euphemistic "biological clock" for "normal women"
boils down to nothing more than a ticking emotional "time bomb" for me.
Tock...
12/17/04, Maven (c)
posted by Maven at Friday, December 17, 2004
Maven said...
Here is what my specialist who treats me for PCOS said about my journal entry:
"Quite an honest and unique way of saying whats eating patients up with this syndrome. I like its integrity."
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