Doc appointment today which wound up being more of a "this isn't really a bad case of PCOS. Here. Have birth control!" sort of thing. Basically, one more thing to add to the rather longer than I like list of Things Wren Has That Are Bad Enough To Have Crap Symptoms, But Are Not Bad Enough To Do Really Anything About. Also? I was there for two and a half hours, and fine, yes, he had to like...deliver a baby or something. Still. In the grand tradition of Mondays everywhere, I was (am) tired and CRANKY and frustrated and still depressed and more than a little disheartened, and mostly just BLAH. BLAH BLAH BLAH.
But, alas, no one is going to be removing parts of That Damn Ovary, so at least I will have money. And birth control. Which means I could totally become a raving sex addict and not worry about babies. Or something. Believe me, being the only woman in a waiting room who didn't already have mewling brats and buns in the oven, it was pretty good birth control in and of itself. There are children I simply adore (and they know who they are *snugglesmissesloves*) but this one particular brat and his stupid parents WHO WERE PROCREATING ONCE AGAIN? -_- Srsly. Just don't. Because you cannot control the one you already have, throwing in another into the mix WILL NOT HELP.
...I dunno. The raving sex addict part sounds sorta fun though. *grin* (Humor me, please. =P)
Changing moment happened with the doc read me the riot act about my weight. If it were so easy to take off weight, I'd not be struggling for as long as I have (namely, 13 years.) But I guess that is something I will have to work harder on. Damn it. ><;; *goes to bed and watches Criminal Minds instead*
( Good things, somewhat after the fact... )
But, alas, no one is going to be removing parts of That Damn Ovary, so at least I will have money. And birth control. Which means I could totally become a raving sex addict and not worry about babies. Or something. Believe me, being the only woman in a waiting room who didn't already have mewling brats and buns in the oven, it was pretty good birth control in and of itself. There are children I simply adore (and they know who they are *snugglesmissesloves*) but this one particular brat and his stupid parents WHO WERE PROCREATING ONCE AGAIN? -_- Srsly. Just don't. Because you cannot control the one you already have, throwing in another into the mix WILL NOT HELP.
...I dunno. The raving sex addict part sounds sorta fun though. *grin* (Humor me, please. =P)
Changing moment happened with the doc read me the riot act about my weight. If it were so easy to take off weight, I'd not be struggling for as long as I have (namely, 13 years.) But I guess that is something I will have to work harder on. Damn it. ><;; *goes to bed and watches Criminal Minds instead*
( Good things, somewhat after the fact... )