((CAshmere))

I saw the -- now my -- endrochronologist today. She agrees that I have PCOS and she's ordered some blood work (my PCP didn't give her my cholestorol levels). I have an appointment with her in a month to have a Pap and talk about birth control.

She said the best thing to do is eat right and exercise, she recommends walking 2-3 miles a day or 45 minutes. I think I'm going to have to work up to that.

Andi -- if you don't mind I would love some info on the Overeaters Anonymous diet.

Libkitty, Askye, insent, profile addies.

{{{Cash}}} hate incompetant medical office staff, right there with you. Hope relief comes soon.

t more rantycakes

I am the queen of passive-agressive, yet cheerful and upbeat, reminder e-mail to writers. The queen, I tell you! Becuase I don't want to alienate or upset my precious little writers, but half of them can't remember how to do their job. So I send out chirpy messages saying things like "I'm sure all of you are formatting this thingie correctly. But for my own peace of mind, I'm reminding you!"

Gaaah. Want to leave now now now. Can't yet. Dammit.

Oh my, back pain is the worst of the worst. Great relief to you soon.

Parental contracts are a good idea! My surrogate/nonofficial adoptive mom asked me to come live with her today. Considering everything, I'm considering it.

Remember when I was al McFevery Boysuck-ypants? Well, I have that same fever/incredible pain/ook for the third time in three months. Turns out, Fella has had some terrible infection all this time that he has just kept giving back to me. When he discovered this fact yesterday, did it occur to him to say 'my girlfriend doesn't have medical insurance at the moment, what can we do for her?' Why, no. It. did. not. I can't believe I had to remind him to do the right thing. (this after I've already spent/lost about 2k in the last four months with missed work and out of pocket doctors bills, not to mention taking enough antibiotics to battle an anthrax attack...for nothing)

What is the Universe trying to tell me?

What is the Universe trying to tell me?

::points Beej at "Illness as Metaphor" where the universe doesn't try to communicate with us through infections::

::weak smile and a fervent hope that David is right::

Punctuation to you, Beej. More than that, I am not wise enough to say.

My was-A-Boyfriend is no longer, AFAIC. He hasn't contacted me in 2 weeks. Nothing.

Sayonara, muthafucka.

And I have 23 sophomore research papers to grade before Friday morning. And when I went to pick up my Ambien refill (outta my way long trip) I was told my insurance won't pay for three more days. I guess if I can't sleep, I can always grade *le sigh*

Other than that, things are ok.

My was-A-Boyfriend is no longer, AFAIC. He hasn't contacted me in 2 weeks. Nothing.

I hate that. Grow some ovaries and break up with me, boy. A simple, "This isn't working out," or something else mumbled clear enough for me to catch the gist without having to think about your reason is preferable.