Everyone in my house has gained 10-15 pounds.
Everyone EXCEPT the "resident fatty," me.
Hah!
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
After Two Weeks: Stop L*pitor
Muscle aches.
Bone aches.
Joint aches.
Massive, three day headache.
Stopped.
Taking low dose aspirin, 81 mg, and drinking low sugar grape juice.
Let's see what my blood work shows in December, as it will be one full month of aspirin and grape juice therapy in an attempt to lower my cholesterol and boost my good cholesterol.
Bone aches.
Joint aches.
Massive, three day headache.
Stopped.
Taking low dose aspirin, 81 mg, and drinking low sugar grape juice.
Let's see what my blood work shows in December, as it will be one full month of aspirin and grape juice therapy in an attempt to lower my cholesterol and boost my good cholesterol.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
On Arrogance
I've been dealing with the full-on effects of PCOS since around 1990.
Diagnosed, officially, in 1999.
Currently, I am paying top dollar to go to an endocrinologist well known, in the forefront of study for PCOS. Paying out of pocket for his office visits, as he does not accept medical insurance.
I have faith in him that he is not over-prescribing medication for me. I have faith in his judgement that the medications I am on will assist me in (hopefully) not becoming my mother, health wise.
So I find it a bit arrogant and presumptous of you, who has been staying in my home, MY HOME, even though it feels like home TO YOU, it is MY HOME, to voice your opinions about my five pill bottles of medication. And then to have the temerity to suggest that I should "wean" myself off my meds, because YOU feel uncomfortable about them.
I am sorry, but my response is a deep, resounding NO THANKS.
If I stop taking my blood pressure medication, in time, I am sure I will have a stroke or a heart attack.
If I stop taking my metformin, which has been holding me, insulin wise, in a holding pattern, I will no doubt morph into Type II diabetes.
If I stop taking my L*xapro, I probably would either kill myself or you -- Take your pick.
And lastly, just because you do not see what I eat daily, does not mean that I am gorging myself on fried chicken and waffles or Luther Burgers, and drinking regular soda and milk shakes. Just because you do not see the six or seven blocks I walk during lunch, or how when I go shopping, I go down every single aisle, or run about ten different errands a day to keep our household running... Step the fuck off.
You wanna do something constructive towards my overall health? Don't stress me out. Perhaps I could get off my L*xapro or my blood pressure pills if I could manage my stress properly, which obviously I cannot do myself.
Or how about you paying for me to go in for abdominal reconstruction surgery so I can get some of this fat, which I am sure I never will be able to burn off myself, lopped off my midsection.
Now THAT, THAT is something constructive.
In the meantime, STFU.
Diagnosed, officially, in 1999.
Currently, I am paying top dollar to go to an endocrinologist well known, in the forefront of study for PCOS. Paying out of pocket for his office visits, as he does not accept medical insurance.
I have faith in him that he is not over-prescribing medication for me. I have faith in his judgement that the medications I am on will assist me in (hopefully) not becoming my mother, health wise.
So I find it a bit arrogant and presumptous of you, who has been staying in my home, MY HOME, even though it feels like home TO YOU, it is MY HOME, to voice your opinions about my five pill bottles of medication. And then to have the temerity to suggest that I should "wean" myself off my meds, because YOU feel uncomfortable about them.
I am sorry, but my response is a deep, resounding NO THANKS.
If I stop taking my blood pressure medication, in time, I am sure I will have a stroke or a heart attack.
If I stop taking my metformin, which has been holding me, insulin wise, in a holding pattern, I will no doubt morph into Type II diabetes.
If I stop taking my L*xapro, I probably would either kill myself or you -- Take your pick.
And lastly, just because you do not see what I eat daily, does not mean that I am gorging myself on fried chicken and waffles or Luther Burgers, and drinking regular soda and milk shakes. Just because you do not see the six or seven blocks I walk during lunch, or how when I go shopping, I go down every single aisle, or run about ten different errands a day to keep our household running... Step the fuck off.
You wanna do something constructive towards my overall health? Don't stress me out. Perhaps I could get off my L*xapro or my blood pressure pills if I could manage my stress properly, which obviously I cannot do myself.
Or how about you paying for me to go in for abdominal reconstruction surgery so I can get some of this fat, which I am sure I never will be able to burn off myself, lopped off my midsection.
Now THAT, THAT is something constructive.
In the meantime, STFU.
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