PCOS: wish it stood for Pretty Cool Ovary Syndrome.

Ladies and...well ladies probably, we just might have a diagnosis...FINALLY. I had an appointment today with the ANRP that I usually see for my annual exams and we discussed my issues for a while. Her initial thought was PCOS which stands for Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. I had researched this in the past and thought I might fit into that box. Actually, let me back up. First she mentioned ovulation kits and I replied that they are expensive and wouldn't do me any good since I would have to take them ALL the time for up to 18 weeks. Then we talked about using a basal thermometer to predict ovulation. Fine, I can do that but let's get down to the nitty gritty of what the underlying problem is. THEN she mentioned PCOS becauseI have several of the symptoms/traits whatever you prefer. I have to go back on Monday morning to see my actual OBGYN for an official diagnosis (if that's what she thinks it is), perhaps more tests, and to discuss treatment. Apparently it is fairly common and treatable. I've done a little bit of research but I'm sure tonight I'll be all over google, dumping whatever information I can find into my brain. I will say that I did feel like crying ever so slightly after she mentioned PCOS just from initial shock of hearing it but felt reassured after further discussion. I guess everybody's gotta have their something. This might be mine.

Side notes:

**As usual, the appointment was a bunch of hurry up and wait so I got a little anxious and my blood pressure was a little high I was told. I told the nurse that I was anxious and that usually it's on the low side (has been every other time I've been to a doctor). However, iron levels were perfect.

**The initial nurse that took me back and did the paperwork was a complete moron. I told her I was the fattest I've ever been (it's true) and that I gained 10 lbs right after my miscarriage last year. I also checked the box that said "weight gain" on my patient questionnaire. This was her response: "too bad you couldn't check weight loss" giggle. I kid you not. Now here is your award for world's most insensitive nurse. That and she kept commenting on the screaming baby in another room...and kept on and kept on and kept on. Hi, remember me? This is MY appointment, now PAY ATTENTION.

**I found out that I share a birthday with the lab lady's son. Except he was born in 2001. And apparently 25 is supposed to be the best year of your life. Well it was for her anyway. Thanks lab lady, I'll file that in the "things I'll never need to know" folder. She was nice, I shouldn't be sarcastic.

++Edit to original post: Since I didn't really explain what PCOS is very well, I'll just post a link to a fairly detailed description of what it is. http://www.womenshealth.gov/faq/polycystic-ovary-syndrome.cfm

Reproduction, reproduction! Put your pollen tube to work.

I've been having a hard time lately. I was watching reruns of Sex and the City the other night when Charlotte used the phrase "reproductively challenged" and I just giggled a little. I thought it was clever and it cheered me up a little bit. Of course I don't show it to anyone that I've been having a hard time, that's just not my personality. My brain has been in overdrive lately thinking about my upcoming doctor's visit. Less than a week away and the wait is driving me bonkers!

I will say that what makes things easier is having great friends. Some of my closest friends know my deal and they are geniunely interested in me getting things figured out. They ask me all the time if there have been any new discoveries. There hasn't, but perhaps soon there will be.

Turn Your Head and Cough

This was supposed to be a blog about all the interesting info I got from my doctor's appointment on Tuesday...

HOWEVER - Karma, for whatever reason, has it out for me and I came down with horrible bronchitis last weekend. In the middle of the summer! Nobody around me was sick so I'm not really sure where it came from. I held out on rescheduling my appointment until the last minute in hopes that I would feel well enough to go, but Monday was probably one of the worst days and I had to reschedule early enough so I wouldn't be charged for missing my appointment. I could just see myself having a coughing fit and seeing the speculum go flying across the room. I'm also pretty cranky when I'm ill and I don't like people touching me.

So July 29th was the earliest next available opening. Awesome. 3 MORE weeks. I

t's a good thing I'm not religious because if I was, god would have some 'splainin' to do. Now I just blame everything on karma...that whore.

In other news, I'm having horrible breakouts on my face and upper back, my face feels so greasy and so does my hair for the last few days. How nice it would be if it actually meant something, like that I would be getting my period soon. Ya know, like people with normal cycles. But we all know the truth. It's probably just a spontaneous spike in some random hormone that occurred for some unexplainable reason. Those seem to be the theme-words to my life: spontaneous, random, unexplainable.