So...

Okay, so, um-I really have no way to say this but to toss it out there, so here goes. If you don't want to hear about my "female" problems, don't read this entry, okay?


GROSS-OUT LINE



So, I've been having problems the last month. My period's been going on for two extra weeks, which is a tad annoying. I got worried. Mom got worried. I went to the doctor.

After the usual checkup and such, I had blood tests, and I got the results today. I have been diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome.

In essence, what are supposed to be low-level male hormones in a girl like me are a little too high. It has some rather odd symptoms that I won't go into, but suffice it to say one way to control it is with a specific form of birth control.

And here I thought I'd gotten out of taking birth control merely because I couldn't snag a date.

It also is going to make me pretty close to infertile, if you call not being able to tell when things are firing off in there and a higher possibility of miscarriage infertile. I'm going to have trouble getting pregnant if I ever attempt it. I may have to have fertility treatments.

This is another hurdle for me, but not one I have to really worry about until I have a mate, so for now I'll take my birth control and there we go.

Sucks, but nothing I can change. It could have gone a lot worse. It isn't a really painful syndrome, merely a tad annoying, so that's not bad. It's going to be a bit more stressful when I get a mate, but that appears to be a long way off.

That's about it for me today.

Ta,
Bec