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Shop Locally

Hubby & I started yes­ter­day in Royal Oak & Fer­n­dale … but today is the day to shop at your local small busi­nesses. If we all shop small, we’ll be giv­ing our econ­omy a big boost!

So shop locally … while think­ing glob­ally

Practicing What I Preach

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Dear Curi­ous,

Thank you for your com­ment on my pre­vi­ous post. As always, I wel­come any responses to what I write. To me, any response means that I’m effec­tively get­ting my words out into the world.

My last post did not mean to belit­tle Can­cer as a dis­ease. And yes, I real­ize that I was a bit over the top and melo­dra­matic at the end. I truly debated as to whether or not I should respond to you. But then I thought that I should really prac­tice what I preach.

And what I’ve been preach­ing lately is that it’s bet­ter to edu­cate oth­ers about Infer­til­ity than per­pet­u­at­ing a myth.

In this case, it’s the myth that Infer­til­ity is not a dis­ease, but rather just a “con­di­tion” that is a result of a “badly dealt hand” in life.

Or as Mar­garet Wente’s edi­to­r­ial in The Globe and The Mail indi­cates, “Many things in life are deeply unfair, and infer­til­ity is just one of them … … [In the] mean­time, record num­bers of peo­ple are embrac­ing child­less­ness out of choice. It seems that one person’s deep unfair­ness is another’s blessed liberation.”

So, as an RN Case Man­ager … who has not only taken care of many Can­cer patients at the hos­pi­tal and has fol­lowed up with them on an ongo­ing basis after they’ve returned to their homes … let me take the oppor­tu­nity here to dis­pell this myth.

1. Let’s first get our def­i­n­i­tions straight.

Con­di­tion: a usu­ally defec­tive state of health (from Merriam-​​Webster Online Dictionary)

Dis­ease: a con­di­tion of the liv­ing ani­mal or plant body or of one of its parts that impairs nor­mal func­tion­ing and is typ­i­cally man­i­fested by dis­tin­guish­ing signs and symp­toms (from Merriam-​​Webster Online Dictionary)

Can­cer: a term used for dis­eases in which abnor­mal cells divide with­out con­trol and are able to invade other tis­sues (from the National Can­cer Insti­tute website)

Dia­betes: a group of dis­eases char­ac­ter­ized by high blood glu­cose lev­els that result from defects in the body’s abil­ity to pro­duce and/​or use insulin (from the Amer­i­can Dia­betes Asso­ci­a­tion website)

Infer­til­ity: a dis­ease of the repro­duc­tive sys­tem defined by the fail­ure to achieve a clin­i­cal preg­nancy after 12 months or more of reg­u­lar unpro­tected sex­ual inter­course (as defined by the World Health Orga­ni­za­tion, as stated by the Amer­i­can Soci­ety for Repro­duc­tive Med­i­cine website).

2. Now, let’s dis­cuss the dif­fer­ence between a con­di­tion and a disease.

Many dis­eases started out as a being known as a “con­di­tion.” Dia­betes was a “sugar con­di­tion.” Asthma was a “breath­ing con­di­tion.” It’s not until sci­ence began to do more research to deter­mine the rea­son for its abnor­mal pat­terns in func­tion­ing that a con­di­tion came to be called a disease.

To me, this is why giv­ing voice to Infer­til­ity and edu­cat­ing the gen­eral pop­u­la­tion is extremely impor­tant: so that more research can be done to dis­cover how to effec­tively and con­sis­tently treat Infer­til­ity. And when I mean “con­sis­tently,” I mean that there should be a spe­cific path­way (or guide­line to fol­low) for treat­ment of Infer­til­ity. Much like there are stan­dards of prac­tice for treat­ment of the var­i­ous types of Cancer.

3. Now let me dis­cuss why I think all dis­eases aren’t fatal, as you’ve indicated.

Eczema isn’t fatal. Scle­ro­derma isn’t fatal. Dia­betes isn’t even fatal. What’s fatal is what hap­pens if appro­pri­ate treat­ment is not car­ried out. That’s when other health con­di­tions (or comor­bidi­ties) can add to the com­pli­ca­tions involv­ing the disease.

Going back to Dia­betes: If a Diabetic’s blood sugar isn’t con­trolled prop­erly, then this could lead to dia­betic nephropa­thy — or kid­ney dis­ease. This is caused by the kid­neys work­ing over­time to fil­ter out pro­tein from the body. Con­tin­ued over­work­ing can cause kid­ney fail­ure which could, again if untreated could cause tox­i­c­ity in the body, ulti­mately lead­ing to death. But would a pathol­o­gist con­sider dia­betes as the cause of death in a sit­u­a­tion like this? Likely no; it would most likely be kid­ney fail­ure as a com­pli­ca­tion from Diabetes.

Now, sub­sti­tute dia­betes in this sit­u­a­tion with, let’s say … pan­cre­atic can­cer. Again, pan­cre­atic can­cer could more likely be the com­pli­ca­tion in a fatal sit­u­a­tion such as this.

4. So now let me talk about why I think com­pli­ca­tions from Infer­til­ity can be fatal.

First there’s the idea of an abnor­mal repro­duc­tive sys­tem; which, like most dis­eases, could be caused from a vari­ety of dif­fer­ent sources. In this case, it’s dur­ing any part of the repro­duc­tive cycle. But just for sh*ts and gig­gles … let’s say that — in deter­min­ing the cause for Infer­til­ity — the woman dis­cov­ers that she has Ovar­ian Can­cer. Or we find out that the man has Tes­tic­u­lar Can­cer. Then I could log­i­cally assume (as you’ve pointed out) that Infer­til­ity can be related to Can­cer (or vice versa, for that mat­ter) and any com­pli­ca­tions that result from Can­cer can be fatal.

Or … how about this? Let’s say, in the quest to have a child, a woman who has put her body at risk to become preg­nant is sud­denly more at risk dur­ing her preg­nancy because of Pre-​​ecclampsia. And sud­denly it becomes evi­dent that a choice needs to be made as to whether to save the woman or her baby? I know women who have trag­i­cally been through this. And I hope, some­time in your life that you might have some empa­thy for them …

5. And finally, speak­ing of sym­pa­thy … I must point out that sym­pa­thy for my Infer­til­ity is not what I’m ask­ing from you … or from anyone.

What I really want is empa­thy. And that would mean that I’d want the under­stand­ing from oth­ers that Infer­til­ity is a dis­ease and it deserves to be rec­og­nize. It’s not some­thing to be swept under the rug or ignored.

And quite frankly, I would hope that a per­son with Can­cer would also want empa­thy rather than sym­pa­thy. For me, some­one who is sym­pa­thetic can only “feel” pity and sor­row for someone’s mis­for­tune. While a per­son who is empa­thetic has the abil­ity to rec­og­nize, com­pre­hend, per­ceive and directly feel the emo­tion of another. Seri­ously. I’d rather have some­one rec­og­nize and com­pre­hend how dif­fi­cult it is to be in my sit­u­a­tion than to just sim­ply say (per­haps in their head), “Too bad, so sad.”

So here’s one last set of definitions.

Sym­pa­thy: the feel­ing or men­tal state brought about by such sen­si­tiv­ity (from Merriam-​​Webster Online Dictionary)

Empa­thy: the action of under­stand­ing, being aware of, being sen­si­tive to, and vic­ar­i­ously expe­ri­enc­ing the feel­ings, thoughts, and expe­ri­ence of another of either the past or present with­out hav­ing the feel­ings, thoughts, and expe­ri­ence fully com­mu­ni­cated in an objec­tively explicit man­ner (from Merriam-​​Webster Online Dictionary)

So hope­fully you now have a bet­ter under­stand­ing of why I wrote my last post.

I’m not ask­ing for more recog­ni­tion than what Can­cer, with its mul­ti­tude of com­mu­nity sup­port, already has. I’m just sim­ply ask­ing for recog­ni­tion.

And finally … just so you know. I am a sur­vivor of Infer­til­ity … not because one of my par­ents suf­fered from Infer­til­ity (because my Mom did ) … and not because I ended up hav­ing chil­dren (because I didn’t) … I con­sider myself a sur­vivor because I was able to sus­tain years of treat­ment for Infer­til­ity and came out the other end of a ver­rry long tun­nel with my dig­nity (rel­a­tively) intact.

Best of luck in wher­ever your life takes you,
Emily

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Lessons Learned

Lessons I’ve learned from post­ing daily for the past 64 days:

  1. It’s tougher than you think
  2. Like any­thing, you have to make time in your busy day to write.
  3. I can find inspi­ra­tion in just about anything.
  4. There’s no such thing as writer’s block. It’s more “moti­va­tion” block.
  5. Because I can think of a ton of things I’d like to write, but some­times don’t have the men­tal tough­ness or patience to fight through it.
  6. And really, it’s more the patience I have an issue with; since time seems to be lim­ited lately.
  7. But if I had all the time in the world, I could prob­a­bly do it 365 days a year.
  8. And if money wasn’t an issue, I’d do it for a living.
  9. One day, I’d love to write a book; prob­a­bly fiction.
  10. But for now, I’ll set­tle with promis­ing to write … not daily, but at least three or four times a week.

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Lessons I’ve learned from my Lenten promise:

  1. It’s tougher than you think.
  2. But not in the way I thought it would be tough.
  3. I found I was gen­er­ally apt to do good deeds with­out think­ing twice.
  4. And not take any “credit” for it.
  5. Because tak­ing “credit” or hav­ing the “spot­light” for doing some­thing nice is not some­thing I’ve ever  felt com­fort­able with.
  6. So writ­ing about some­thing that would oth­er­wise come nat­ural to me seemed forced.
  7. As if I was “brag­ging” about myself.
  8. Which brings me back to that Eighth Grade ver­sion of me.
  9. But I love the con­cept about “pay­ing it forward.”
  10. So next year, I think I’ll do the same thing … but just not write about it.

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Last one. Which feels good …

Good Deed of the Day: For lack of bet­ter words, I saved my manager’s butt today. In other words, I dis­cov­ered some­thing that, if went undis­cov­ered would have caused a major upheaval in this new “project” we’d been work­ing on. Not that I expect to receive any “credit” for it (see #7 above), I just feel good know­ing that this lit­tle boo-​​boo has now been fixed.

Grate­ful Thought of the Day: Days off … espe­cially since I’m off for the next cou­ple days. Woo-​​hoo! This means I can spend some qual­ity time with my niece and nephew while they’re in town! Of course, this also means that there will be tons of work for me when I return … <sigh>

My New Life Eggsamined

Easter is another one of those holidays.

No, I don’t mean to belit­tle Catholi­cism; because I know that today is the most impor­tant Holy Day in the Catholic Faith. And, like Christ­mas, I do under­stand the “rea­son for the sea­son.” I do real­ize that both are more than just hol­i­days that brings out “fic­tional” char­ac­ters (like a Bunny who “lays” eggs or a jolly rotund man dressed up in a red suit** ) that bring about candy and gifts.

What I mean to say is that Easter has become one of those hol­i­days like Christ­mas and Mother’s/Father’s Day that, to an infer­tile cou­ple, can be a dif­fi­cult one. It’s a reminder of what we cur­rently don’t have in our lives; the chil­dren who enjoy the won­der­ment of Easter and the joy that hope­fully all par­ents have when they see the look in their kids eyes. It’s a reminder of all the new life that Springs brings into the world.

Per­haps some infer­tile cou­ples go on to hav­ing chil­dren nat­u­rally or through other assis­tive mea­sures. Oth­ers have braved the waters and opened their homes and hearts to adopt chil­dren. And then there are those that have taken the less explored road of liv­ing child-​​free.

While I can relate very much to those cou­ples that are cur­rently expe­ri­enc­ing infer­til­ity; I find it more and more dif­fi­cult to relate to those infer­tile cou­ples that have crossed over to parenthood.

Please don’t get me wrong … I’m incred­i­bly happy that those who have “sur­vived” infer­til­ity have gone on to live their dreams of hav­ing a fam­ily. And I’m proud of the strength that they con­tinue to have as they raise their chil­dren after all the strug­gles they went through to have them.

For those cou­ples that have decided to live child-​​free, it wasn’t a deci­sion that came lightly. It wasn’t some­thing that came to us as if to say, “Well, we’ve already been liv­ing child-​​free; so why shake things up now?” And it’s cer­tainly not a deci­sion that we made based on selfishness.

Hubby & Me as Easter Eggs

No … it’s a deci­sion that came after a long strug­gling road of peaks and val­leys; of unnerv­ing anx­i­ety and unwanted stress. And when there was sim­ply not enough energy, not enough finances; not enough mir­a­cles left from up above … the only option was to pick up the pieces of the already shat­tered dream and start a new life.

So per­haps this Easter; the first year that Hubby & I have offi­cially decided to live child-​​free … it will be this Easter in which we cel­e­brate the next phase in our mar­riage; we’ll begin our new life.

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Happy Easter to all of you out in Blog­land! I hope that this Easter brings about a New Life in all of you. And now for the sec­ond to last Lenten Daily for the season.

Daily Good Deed: What bet­ter way to cel­e­brate the arrival of my niece and nephew this evening by putting together a cou­ple of Easter bas­kets? Noth­ing fancy, but a lit­tle some­thing to let them know that they are loved by their Uncle & Auntie.

Daily Grate­ful Thought: We spent Easter after­noon with our friend T who invited us over to cel­e­brate Easter with his mom and brother at his brother’s place in Evanston. Oh … and did I for­get to tell you that T’s brother is a Jesuit priest?! Yes … we had an absolutely delight­ful time and am so grate­ful for such a won­der­ful Easter cel­e­bra­tion. More impor­tantly, I’m still so grate­ful for old friends.

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** Which, by the way …did you know that the North Mag­netic Pole is cur­rently located in Canada? Guess that means Santa Claus is Canadian.

Plum Tuckered Out

Ugh. This is the third to the last post before I fin­ish up my Lenten promise. And I must say that I’m strug­gling to find the energy to write some­thing rather creative.

Maybe I’m just exhausted today. After all, Hubby & I spent most of the day doing some major Spring clean­ing. After­wards, we headed out to run some errands and then grab a bite to eat before head­ing home. And now, Hubby & I are chill­ing out in front of the TV watch­ing all those shows we DVR’ed over the past week.

Yes­ter­day I got my lab test results back from my doc­tor. Other than being slightly ane­mic, every­thing else was nor­mal. Even my thy­roid lev­els. So that means that I am a lazy a$$ per­son who would rather do noth­ing more than work and sleep. And other than tak­ing some over-​​the-​​counter iron sup­ple­ments, I was told that the com­bi­na­tion of my low Hgb level and my lack of abil­ity to stay asleep was the rea­son for my chronic fatigue.

To which I say “Hmmph!”

Okay, so it’s not that I don’t doubt my Doc. It’s more that after all the years of deal­ing with infer­til­ity and need­ing to be able to “read” my body that I know something’s just not right here. I know that this ongo­ing fatigue is more than just anx­i­ety and stress. I know it’s more than just the fact that I find myself tired even when I wake up after what I felt was a good night’s sleep.

For awhile I thought it was sea­sonal affec­tive dis­or­der. And I even thought that it was that same depres­sion I felt for so long dur­ing the worst part of my infer­til­ity jour­ney. But because I’m still on the appro­pri­ate treat­ment reg­i­men for that, I’m pretty sure that this is not the case.

So I decided to do the next best thing; go see a spe­cial­ist. After a cou­ple of rec­om­men­da­tions from both friends and fel­low cowork­ers, I have a few Endocri­nol­o­gist names in which to make an appoint­ment with. I fig­ure it’s worth a shot to do a lit­tle more exploration …

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Get­ting down to the wire here …

Good Deed of the Day: Does spend­ing a cou­ple min­utes talk­ing to a strange guy at the gro­cery store count? Even if it was really him doing all the talk­ing about how cool he liked my “Made In Detroit” jacket?

Grate­ful Thought of the Day: Does being asked for ID when pur­chas­ing alco­hol at the gro­cery store count as some­thing I should be thank­ful for? Espe­cially when I left said ID in the car? I had to con­vince the cashier that Hubby & I were mar­ried and that it was him (Hubby, who was bag­ging our own gro­ceries) that was buy­ing it. Either way, the cashier made me feel young; even if it was just for a moment.

& Scratchy">Itchy & Scratchy

Day Three (and sup­posed last day) of beau­ti­ful Chicago weather. Not sure how high we hit today, but at the end of the work day I saw a sign that read 78 degrees.

AND, since tourists are out in full swing in Chi-​​town … rid­ing home on Lakeshore Drive, I saw tons of peo­ple on the sandy beach of Lake Michi­gan. I even saw a cou­ple biki­nis out there! Which … I really hope they didn’t try to brave the lake water, because I’m sure it’s waaaay to cold!

But with great weather in the Spring comes one of the worse things of the year … and that’s those sea­sonal aller­gies. I knew they’d hit me one of these days when I noticed on Wednes­day the trees begin­ning to bud. And today … yup, they hit me at full force.

Itchy eyes. Scratchy throat. Non­stop runny nose. Yep … gotta love allergies!

Despite it all, I wouldn’t trade the beau­ti­ful weather for any­thing. In fact, I’d rather OD on Benedryl before I’d spoil a great weather day!

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Busy day tomor­row; lots of clean­ing abound. Must. Expose. Myself. To more. Aller­gens. (Oh joy!) But it’s all for a good cause … as this means that my niece and nephew will be head­ing into town Sun­day evening!

So with­out any more ram­blings … here’s my Lenten Dailies.

Daily Good Deed: On the bus ride from work to meet Hubby at the café on the oppo­site end of Michi­gan Avenue, I noticed a guy strug­gling to pull out money for the bus fare. So instead of mak­ing him dig for change, I took out my handy CTA Card and paid for his fare. Yeah, he was pretty grateful …

Daily Though of Grat­i­tude: Visine for itchy eyes and Benedryl for all the other nasty allergy symp­toms. At least I know I’ll be sleep­ing soundly tonite!!

Spring Has Sprung

What another beau­ti­ful day in Chicago … and appar­ently we hit a record high 83 degrees in the city today.

Let me tell you, it was ver­rry dif­fi­cult to want to stay focused at work today. Not only because I had been work­ing on these reports; which were strictly data dri­ven (and bor­ing as h*ll) … but because I would have rather been out­side enjoy­ing that incred­i­ble weather.

Rest assured, I got outta Dodge as soon as pos­si­ble and met Hubby down on Michi­gan Avenue. And appar­ently, the rest of those lucky stu­dents and fam­i­lies that get an Easter Break were on the Mag­nif­i­cent Mile as well. After an entire win­ter of stra­gler tourists, I for­got how nuts it could be once the weather turned nice.

Any­way, Hubby & I took advan­tage of the nice day and did a lit­tle explor­ing. We ended up in the Old Town neigh­bor­hood of Chicago and had a nice din­ner at a small French Bistro. Then we walked next door to the pet store and oogled over cute pup­pies. Which of course had us miss­ing our own menagerie of furbabies.

So we headed back home and decided to go for an extra long walk with our Kozzy-​​girl. All of us, dog included, need to lose that Mid­west­ern Win­ter weight that we all put on these past few months.**

Our poor Kozzy … She was so excited to go for a walk. And even moreso when she real­ized we were walk­ing much fur­ther than we nor­mally do. Except … well, except then she real­ized that she had to walk that same amount back home. That’s when her pace slowed down con­sid­er­ably, her tail slunk down a lit­tle lower, and her tongue started hang­ing out of her mouth. And when we finally got back home, she lapped up all the water in a bowl in a man­ner of seconds.

Now … well, now she’s crashed on the rug right next to our couch, snor­ing. Loudly.

So. Adorable!!

The thing is, that I know today is just an April Fool’s joke. Because even though tomor­row is also sup­posed to be nice (three days in a row … woo-​​hoo!!) … the rest of the week­end is going to drop back down to the 50’s and be a bit rainy.

Well … must enjoy it while we can!

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I’m com­ing up on the last days of Lent. Can’t believe it’s almost the end …

Good Deed of the Day: I spent some time today with a co-​​worker who was dis­ap­pointed in the out­come of a pos­si­ble oppor­tu­nity. Pre­vi­ously, we had talked about how things hap­pen for a rea­son. And this dis­cus­sion today; well, it was just a recap of that prior con­ver­sa­tion. I hope it gave her some comfort.

Grate­ful Thought of the Day: I love warm weather … it puts a lit­tle spring to my step. I’m so thank­ful for days like today. It always makes me look for­ward to more days like today.

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** Seri­ously! I put on a skirt that I hadn’t worn since late Octo­ber and … well, let’s just say it was a lit­tle snug. Grr …

Wanted: An Old Skool Spring Break

Wow. It’s bee-​​yooo-​​teee-​​ful out­side here in Chicago. It’s a nice 68 degrees out­side and sunny. But the best part is that tomor­row it’s sup­posed to reach the low 70’s!

Unfor­tu­nately, I’ll be stuck behind my desk at work for most of the day. Boo.

At least I was able to enjoy today; as I worked from home. How enjoy­able is it to be able to take a mid-​​morning break to walk our dog­gie? And I just love not hav­ing to wake up any ear­lier to get ready for work on these days, when all  I have to do is roll out of bed, stum­ble to my trusty lap­top and sign into the office. Oh how I wish I could do this more than once a month!

Today being the Wednes­day before the Easter, I’ve noticed a lot more stu­dents out and about enjoy­ing the nice weather. Which makes me believe that these kids are all on some sort of Spring break or semes­ter break of sorts.

Jeal­ous!!

Makes me wish I could be back at school just so I can have those extra days off. And it’s not just because you auto­mat­i­cally get those days off … it’s more that when you’re off at that time, your entire “busi­ness as usual” rou­tine stops. There’s no other per­son that you’re respon­si­ble for when you’re off. There’s no other per­son rely­ing on you to make sure things are in order for him/​her when you’re gone for the week. And most of all, there’s no pile of work wait­ing for you when you return from that time off.

Now, sched­ul­ing a vaca­tion … even just between Hubby & I is a pain in the neck. After all, last time we went away (to Vegas, baby) … and even though peo­ple knew we would be gone, chaos still ensued which ulti­mately ended up with Hubby hav­ing to deal with work-​​related things. While on vaca­tion.

Blech. When did we become so responsible?

But speak­ing of vaca­tion … I know that I’m ripe for another one some­time soon. Maybe it’s the fatigue I’ve been deal­ing with. Or maybe it’s the feel­ing of being over­worked that has me feel­ing like this. Either way, I think it’s time some qual­ity Mr. & Mrs. Apron­Strings time.

Unfor­tu­nately … and this goes back to the whole sched­ul­ing a vaca­tion thing … that prob­a­bly won’t be until August; when we’re sched­uled to go on an Alaskan cruise out of Seat­tle with my parents.**

Oh, I take that back. It’ll be in July to Toronto for Hubby’s cousin’s wed­ding. But even then, it’ll only be for a long weekend.

Any­hoo … I wish that my num­bers would come up in the MegaMil­lions lot­tery. That way I can go on vaca­tion and travel more often!

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Whew. I did it. I blogged for two straight months … INROW!

And thanks to NaBloPoMo … I get this lucky badge to add to my awards and such. Woo-​​hoo!

But hold on to you’re seats, kiddo. I still have 5 mores left of post­ing daily to ful­fill that Lenten promise. So with­out fur­ther ado:

Ran­dom Act of Kind­ness Today: Sun­day it was my kitty, Rain that needed all the atten­tion. Today (and in most days that I work from home), it was my other kitty, Yami. So … before tak­ing our Kozzy-​​girl out for that mid-​​morning walk, I let Yami snug­gle on my lap and paw away at my com­puter for a bit until she got fed up with me try­ing to take a pic­ture of her on the Pho­to­Booth appli­ca­tion on my lap­top. She’s just too adorable to resist … but when ya gotta work … :-)

Grate­ful Thought Today: Work-​​From-​​Home Days … for all the rea­sons I listed above. Plus … the fact that I tend to con­cen­trate bet­ter on reports and projects with­out the con­stant inter­rup­tions and meet­ings. Some­days it can be a chal­lenge (read: still get inter­rupted by emails and phone calls and IM’s), but it’s worth it just to be able to sleep a tad longer.

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** Thank G*D for my par­ents love of trav­el­ing … if it wasn’t for them, I don’t think Hubby & I would have the gump­tion to plan some­thing on our own. But really … it would be nice to have a quick get­away with just Hubby & me; to recharge our batteries.

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Effed-​​Up Signals

I’ve gone and done it. Finally.

That’s right, peeps. Stub­born Emily finally broke down and saw her pri­mary doc today. Not for just the com­mon cold or flu bug; no … I saw her because I’ve been feel­ing crap­tas­tic for the past five months or so. Specif­i­cally, I’ve been feel­ing fatigued.

Now, nor­mally I’d chalk it up to stress and anx­i­ety. After all, my cur­rent career path has cer­tainly given me enough gas­tric reflux. And well, i fully admit that I’m prone to over-​​analyze and freak myself out over things I can’t control.

But this fatigue is just down­right … exhaust­ing; for lack of bet­ter words.

I mean, I can’t even wake up from my alarm clock until close to an hour afer it went off!

And even though I want to blame it on the fact that I just can’t stay asleep, I don’t think that’s the case. Because when I do have the abil­ity to stay asleep and/​or sleep in, I still wake up with the same fatigue.

This is what makes me think it has some­thing to do with my body. And specif­i­cally with my endocrine sys­tem; my meta­bolic sys­tem. And given that I have a his­tory of PCOS also which affects my pitu­itary, I’m think­ing that this could be closely related to my body’s abil­ity to pro­duce ade­quate thy­roid hor­mones. Which could con­se­quently cause hypothyroidism.

With­out going too much into patho­phys­i­ol­ogy, if the thy­roid doesn’t pro­duce enough thy­roid hor­mones (T3 and T4) which help to con­trol a person’s metab­o­lism, then the pitu­itary sends sig­nals to the adrenal glands to pro­duce TSH; a hor­mone that “stim­u­lates” the thy­roid to make more T3 and T4.

How do I asso­ciate PCOS with hypothy­roidism? Well, it has to do with the pitu­itary gland. In a woman’s repro­duc­tive cycle, the pitu­itary gland is respon­si­ble for pro­duc­ing the Lut­eniz­ing Hor­mone (LH), which sends a sig­nal to the ovaries to mature and release an egg to be fer­til­ized. In PCOS, the pitu­itary gland gets its sig­nals mixed up and secretes too much LH. Which can, in turn cause the ovaries to secrete more than usual amounts of testos­terone in a woman’s body … which then can cre­ate a sit­u­a­tion of the inabil­ity to have reg­u­lar men­strual cycles. In addi­tion, the higher amounts of LH can also cause a lack of ovu­la­tion on the ovaries’ part. In turn, the pitu­itary gland con­tin­ues to secrete LH, think­ing that the ovaries still haven’t “done their job.”

SO … Because of how the pitu­itary relates to my PCOS, I’m also won­der­ing if it has a part in the fatigue I’ve been feel­ing; which is one of the big symp­toms of hypothy­roidism. Per­haps my pitiuary is also get­ting its sig­nals crossed with the secre­tion of TSH for my thy­roid as well as with LH for my ovaries.

Which brings me to the rea­son why I went to my Doc. I told her about my fatigue and my con­cerns about my PCOS pos­si­bly con­tibut­ing to it … And, as expected, she ordered the spe­cific lab tests to see if my T3/​T4 and TSH are out of whack. She ALSO gave me a pre­scrip­tion for a sleep­ing pill; as she seems to think may also be con­tribut­ing to my fatigue. <– Hmmph!

So we’ll see … and if I am right about hav­ing hypothy­roidism, this may ALSO explain the ridges on my fin­ger nails and the increased loss of hair I’ve recently been experiencing.

If not, then I guess my fatigue has noth­ing to do with my metab­o­lism. Which would mean that I’m just a lazy-​​a$$ per­son who just doesn’t want to do any­thing more but work and sleep.

I hope I’m right about the hypothyroidism …

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Six more days! Until then, here’s my Daily Lenten exercise:

Good Deed Du jour: I actu­ally “made” someone’s day today. At least that’s what the lab tech told me when I com­pli­mented her on a pain-​​free poke to my arm when she drew my blood. Appar­ently the pre­vi­ous patients were not happy with her tech­nique. So when I told her that I’d been poked enough times dur­ing my active (but failed) baby-​​making yearsand that she was sup­berb … Well, I made her day!

Grate­ful Thought Du jour: Health Insur­ance. Glad I cur­rently have it; glad that the rest of the coun­try will, too.

Luuuucy … I’m Home!!

I’m mov­ing again.

No … not from Chicago. At least not yet. What I mean to say is that I’m mov­ing my blog to my own domain.

It’s about time, as I’ve now been blog­ging for about three years. That, and I’ve got some ambi­tion to make some­thing more with this blog … even though I’m not quite sure what that “some­thing” will be.

I admit, I’m waaay too wet behind the ears to know exactly what I’m doing. But I sup­pose that’s what Hubby’s there for, right? That and hope­fully any other folk from the blog­ging com­mu­nity that might be will­ing to help a gal out. Like maybe direct me to some good widgets/​plugins for my WP-​​powered site? Or give me hints on how to mar­ket myself so I just might gather more than a spackle of followers?

Truth be told, the site has been work­ing for the past week or so now. I’ve just been try­ing to tweak it here and there to make it a lit­tle more … uhm, pre­sentable? Then I real­ized that I’m just never going to be a hun­dred per­cent sat­is­fied, so I might as well blog on it while I’m mak­ing changes.

So if you’re inter­ested in fol­low­ing me over to my new home, please feel free to make the leap over.

I promise. It’s not that hard … all you have to do is remove dot-​​wordpress from the cur­rent URL.

Or click here and add me to your blog­gie subscriptions.

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Last week of Lenten Good­ies. Thank G*d … no pun intended. But I am totally ready to go back to (hope­fully) writ­ing dur­ing a non-​​daily nor­mal basis.

Good Deed of the Day: Hubby said that the good deed I should have posted yes­ter­day was that I was sup­port­ive of him; that I gave him the time to fin­ish up on some of his projects. But I would have done that any­way, so I don’t really see that as any­thing extra­or­di­nary. How­ever, see­ing that I can’t seem to think of any spe­cific good deed I may have done today …

Grate­ful Thought of the Day: I am so grate­ful for Hubby for help­ing me to set up my new home. I know he’s been so busy with projects; so for him to help me with my never-​​ending ques­tions? Yeah, he’s my hero!

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