This has become my personal blog. When I first began writing here, I had intended to invite friends and family to share this with me, but as time progressed, I realized that I needed a place to just talk without judgement. My main blog has close to 1,000 subscribers and even though it's mine, I do, occasionally, get people who don't approve of my voice and it really brings down my overall blogging experience when that happens. I really appreciate having this blog to vent on, cry on, be stupidly giddy on, and ramble about makeup/hair/style on.
With that being said, this is an entry I wouldn't feel comfortable posting on my other blog. I know people will be able to find this entry based on keywords, but at least they'll have found it for the right reasons.
When I was freshmen in high school, I got really sick, repeatedly. I was having tremendously horrible pains in my stomach, mostly confined to my left side. At one point, I was in my kitchen making tea and I almost fainted due to the pain in my side. A few weeks after that, I had to be rushed to the ER for the same blinding pain-- only it had somehow intensified.
I found out that night that I have something called PCOS or Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome. And it's exactly what it sounds like-- I have cysts on my ovaries. This, actually, isn't all that special. Most women have cysts by or around their ovaries. But unlike most women, mine do not come and go without issue. Mine literally burst and cause pain; they can prevent periods, they cause cystic acne, weight retention, and seriously inhibit fertility.
This is the first time in a long time that I've had a serious problem with my PCOS. I've never missed a period before due to it, and now I'm about two weeks late with all of my normal period symptoms. Headache, breast tenderness, bloating, mood swings, even cramping, but my period is still a no-show. This isn't too uncommon for women with PCOS, but it's really freaking me out. I know I'm not pregnant, since I'm celibate and you know, sex is a catalyst to pregnancy.
I'm stressing about this, and I know that stressing only further prevents my period from starting, but I can't stop. I'm very uncomfortable. Mostly I hope my body corrects itself before I leave for Washington in 13 days. If not, I might go crazy.
