#i fucking hate ovarian cysts

[sh1-n0bu]

ueueueueueuueueueuueuee when will these ovarian cysts heal??? ive been suffereng for 3 months already and i dun think the meds they prescribed to me is working ueueueueueueueuueueueueueh

[lightthatibecome]

LMFAOOOO IM NOT ATTACKING YOU BY SAYING THIS I'M PISSED THAT YOU SAID 'NOT TO DERAIL' WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY INTENTIONALLY DERAILING A POST THAT WAS VERY SPECIFIC????

I have had MULTIPLE people do this and I'm irritated as all hell that I can make a post about people that has TWO SIMPLE QUALIFIERS and SO many people are bothered enough that my post isn't about everyone everywhere all the time and that I wasn't taking xyz into consideration when making a post about MEN. ON. THEIR. PERIODS.

Men on their periods deserve special biting permissions in the workplace

[rottenpumpkin13]

I keep hitting you with asks. I'm sorry adskjasdkjlsdkljdsk I've been thinking about the genderbent version of Sephiroth (and it's making my bisexual heart flutter). Do you have any headcanons for AGSZC if they woke up one day as a different gender and how they would handle that?

Angeal: The abrupt switch in gender is unfortunate, but he's not the type to dwell on what can't be changed. He gets up in the morning and makes the most of it, calling his mom for advice and trying his best to make himself look presentable before going "fuck it" and going to work. Oh goddess....he looks weird, doesn't he? That's why people are staring and whispering, and why Zack keeps stuttering and won't look him in the eye, and why Sephiroth and Genesis simultaneously ran into the glass doors when they saw him.

Zack: This is the opportunity of a lifetime for him. He's always wondered what it'd be like to be a girl. Unfortunately he has a heart attack when he goes to the bathroom that morning and sees that something is missing. He spends a good 10 minutes freaking out before he realizes that he's a different gender. This is great! Free stress balls on his chest, and his ass looks great when he does squats. His day is going great until lunch, when he feels a random uterus cramp.

Zack: Oh man...I can't be on my period already, can I?

Cissnei: Hm. It could be lots of things—ovulation, stress, hormonal imbalances, an ovarian cyst, a UTI, many possibilities.

Zack: I should go to the doctor. He'll tell me what's wrong, right?

Zack:

Zack: Why are you laughing?

Genesis: He's someone who's very in touch with his own body and has spent most of his life getting his appearance to a point he's comfortable with. So it's an utter nightmare when he wakes up and he's not in the same body he went to bed in. He's sulking and upset for an hour before he finally makes his peace with it. Come to think....now instead of being the hero, he's the goddess herself! He slips on his old uniform that previously no longer fit, and goes out to cause chaos by flirting with with his friends and seeing how long it takes them to realize that it's him.

Cloud: He's having a rough time. He's aware that it's his body, but it feels wrong to even touch or stare at. He puts on his baggiest uniform and tries to go to work as normal, hating the attention and stares he receives from the other troopers. Someone thinks it's funny to whistle and catcall him. Cloud breaks their nose and attempts murder.

Sephiroth: Has a bit of a meltdown when he looks in the mirror that morning and sees his mother's face staring back at him. Never mind that he's a different gender, he can't keep his hands from his face. Is this what his mother's nose felt like? Her lips? Her jaw, her face? It's as if he's staring at the photograph again. Because of this, he feels oddly comfortable in his new body, and goes about his day as normal.

Zack: Sephiroth! You're a girl!

Sephiroth: How dare you, Zack.

Zack:

Sephiroth: I'm a woman.

[lady-severus-snape]

Random headcannon #987

Severus is a feminist and a champion to one he decides to love.

In the U.S. alone close to an estimated 6 million women suffer from PCOS (myself included) , this does not include those that have not been diagnosed.

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Severus would absolutely be appalled and down right foaming at the mouth when he finds his woman curled up on the bathroom floor crying from pain.

Severus (Concerned, bends down to help you): Darling, what is the matter? Are you hurt? Talk to me?

Y/N (whimpering and writhing in pain): yea, I'm OK. A cyst probably burst. I already took the maximum dose of acetaminophen for today. So hopefully it will take the edge off.

Severus (worried about you): what? What do you mean a cyst has ruptured?! Where?! Max dosage? Woman, that's about 2000mg!

Y/N (grunts and pants through the wave of pain): An ovarian cyst probably burst, and/or I'm having severe menstrual cramps. Yea, short of prescription pain killers, that's what I have on hand. Don't worry I made sure to eat so it doesn't fuck me up more.

Severus could only listen in horror. His woman looked and sounded like she was dying, and all she explained was that a cyst, an ovarian cyst at that exploded internally, and she said was it's was ok?!

Severus: Lovey, we need to get you to the hospital. (Helps Y/N into the room)

Y/N: no, that's OK. They won't do anything. The most they will do is maybe a scan, blood work, and maybe ibuprofen before sending me home with instructions to rest, use a heating pad, and more Tylenol. It's not worth the cost of the visit. I'll fine Sev, honest. Not the first time it's happened and won't be the last.

Severus (mouth dropped open, aghast): what?! What. Do. You. Mean. They. Won't. Do. Anything. You're literally agonizing in pain. They have to do something, they just can't dismiss your problems. It's happened before? When? Why? How?

Y/N (Climbs into bed and curls up): Severus, baby, I hate to break it to you, the medical community don't give a shit about us women. I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome or PCOS. There is no cure and only like 4-5 medicinal options to manage the symptoms. It took me nearly 20 years to recieve a diagnosis. Dr's called me crazy, depressed, hallucinating, that everything was normal.

Severus felt white hot anger course through his veins. His Y/N was in clear pain, distress, and who knows what else. The muggle doctors failed to help his love.

Severus asked y/n many questions in regards to it until he saw she was nodding off to sleep, the pain finally retracting enough. His mind was already running with possible potion ideas. He needed more information. He walked over to the small library y/n had built over time and pulled every book she had on PCOS. By the 3rd book it was obvious to him, that the information was repeating/recycling itself:

-hormonal problem -uncontrollable weight gain -excess body and facial hair(all the depilatory supplies made more sense) -female patterned hair loss(it explained why she always wore her hair up and always with a hat or scarf) -depression -super heavy and painful menstrual cycles or lack of one -cysts developing not just internally but also outwardly -infertility -high insulin levels

Treatments: hormone contraceptives, metformin or other type 2 diabetic medications, spironolactone or other hair growth inhibiting medications, losing weight, and excersize.

Severus peaked into the bedroom when he heard y/n whimper in her sleep. Another cramp of pain was hitting. His grip on the book tightened until it started to smoke and smolder from his magic, acting to his emotions. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he weighed his options. He would have to delve into extensive research. What good was his potions mastery if he didn't utilize it. The rest of the weekend was spent with him taking care of y/n through what seemed to him a very hard and agonizing menstrual cycle.

^food in bed ^long soaks in the bathtub with his own personal muscle relaxant ^snacks and chocolate galore ^pampering of every kind you could think of

Once y/n was right as rain, Severus consumed research like a man possessed. Muggle medical reports, studies, and pharmaceuticals. Hell, he even researched for it in the magical world. Boy, was he sorely disappointed. If he thought muggle medicine was lack luster in regards to PCOS, then the magical community was left in the dust! Nothing, zip, zero, nada was found in correlation to PCOS. There is nothing to even address the barest of symptoms! Severus had never been so....so......so......horrified! Armed with rage, spitefulness, and indignation on behalf of y/n, Severus plunges into the world of the unknown for PCOS. Experimental potions safe for muggle use, others for the witches. Thankfully, he has some basis from when he modified the wolfsbane potion. As his research progressed, he discovered that the magical birth rates were low due to not only the inbreeding for blood purity, but in actuality, PCOS was also common amongst the magical woman folk. This led him down another rabbit hole that played on genetics.

After many failed results, Severus managed to find the right combination for y/n. It wasn't a cure by any means of the imagination, but it was far cry from the plebian options offered. His elixir, taken consistently, would lower the excess androgen levels and keep the cortisol level low. It worked better than the aforementioned muggle drugs. He still had problems finding a solution to the whole ovulating problem without causing severe side effects worse than the muggle drugs, but by the gods, he was working on it. Y/N's hair was already growing back fuller, thicker, healthier. Even the beard and mustache she let herself grow out for the sake of research (and laziness. Why should she worry about her beard if it didn't bother Severus. If anything, he was slightly jelly at how glorious hers was; it wasn't fair) had begun to thin out, practically patchy in some spots. But most importantly, to Severus, seeing the how y/n flourished, the femininity of her unrestrained from the dismorphia caused by PCOS. Free from the debilitating pain and suffering. It was breath taking, it made everything he had done worth it to see his love and hopefully the rest of the women population heard and seen.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

OMFG I KNOW my dad went way the fuck up north to some buttfuck frozen nowhere military outpost for a while. And I am realizing now that this means that his appendix removal might really actually have been precautionary. I could have sworn he maybe said it was when we asked about it as kids, but I have also been told multiple times we "don't do that" because unnecessary surgery is unnecessary risk, so I must be lying or mistaken...

Somehow thinking my dad got to skip the appendicitis part of having his appendix removed pisses me off a little. Mostly because I asked my doctors about removing mine for precautionary reasons, due to what I thought was "family history" a few years before it actually acted up. I was concerned that -given the way the medical system treats me- I wouldn't be taken seriously and they'd just let me die telling me it was a menstrual cramp or something. Which they DID!

Btw, they tried to send me home multiple times, treated me terribly during the actual scan and test [kept pushing on it really hard, seemingly fucking vindictively], rushed me into prep for surgery in a big panic, yelled at me for saying "ouch" too loudly when they shoved a needle in my arm without warning me [just held me down and shoved it in], and then got distracted for over 10 hours or something with a heart patient or three, while the nurses periodically came across me just being left in a desolate hallway [abandoned, lights not even on, randomly int he hall with no one around] and rushed off in a panic each time because my appendix had looked ready to burst, or something happened during one of their tests, and I was supposed to have surgery hours ago, but had just been left in some hall. Wherever I was it absolutely wasn't protocol, and I was barely conscious and unable to do anything to seek help, the drip they shoved in my arm without asking had some drugsTM in it.

I woke up being told it was lead bird-shot that had blocked off my appendix, but it had to have been ingested more recently than I was claiming or "you would have lead poisoning by now :("... They did not check for lead poisoning, even though one of my main complaints was that I had been having nasty abdominal cramping all month [a common symptom of lead poisoning], and I had only eaten a bird that was shot on a farm once in the past 10 or more years. I also had scars that were in the wrong place and looked like they originally tried to go in to treat an ectopic pregnancy, but had to pivot once they were inside to actually remove my appendix... Almost like I only got in because they had me confused with another patient. They claimed it was because my appendix was too swollen to be taken out the normal way??? I think they just fucked up.

And all of that could have been avoided when I was like "hey my immune system is known to cause issues with swelling pathologically over very small tissue irritations, and I have a family history of appendicitis, and I get ovarian cysts all the time, could we maybe remove my appendix now so that later something that gets brushed off as a cyst doesn't just suddenly fucking kill me??"... They could have been like "yeah that makes sense as preventative medicine in this case" instead of being like "no we have to just wait and see and if we let you die then that's what happens :)" And they tried so so so so hard to let me die so I couldn't complain about them trying to send me home or otherwise mistreating me I fucking swear,

And the thing that pisses me off the most is that I think the reason they tried so hard not to even bother checking me or running any tests is EXPLICITLY because I went in saying "Yeah I think this is my appendix and it's been acting up all week and now I am experiencing tunneled visions and symptoms of shock" and then later went on to "too perfectly" describe the symptoms of lead poisoning... Doctors hate that. They despise when you walk into their office and already know the diagnosis, and these doctors were willing to let me die for it, until they called in an extra surgeon [the new surgeon was nicey's and cleaned up their fucking mess. He saved me despite whatever disorganized bullshit was going on in that hospital that night].

It has been over 10 years since then and I STILL haven't gotten a doctor to agree to check my lead levels. They have really done their best to make sure I can't possibly sue anyone over what happened.

My dad also got a cool grey streak in his hair from having his out, which is, apparently, common, but I never did... But then, who knows, maybe he got sent because he already had his appendix out and whatever he told us as kids is unreliable even if I remember it right.

Anyway if someone with ovaries wants to get their appendix removed for precautionary reasons, I think they should be allowed. And I think it should be covered. If men going to the arctic can have it removed "just in case" of the supremely remote fucking chance of it acting up while they are there specifically... Young afabs+ should be able to get it out for the incredibly higher likelihood that they will be told appendicitis is "just cramps".

Give me the stats, give me the stats on men or women who have had appendicitis and died of it on one of these trips, or had to operate on themselves, before this ruling, vs the young women+ who were left to die of appendicitis being told they had cramps and should shut up... Go ahead and get me the stats I'll wait here while you explain why one is justified and why one isn't.

There is always this assumption that someone like me can "deal with a problem when it comes up :)" or "cross that bridge when we get to it :)" because someone will for sure see the symptoms, accurately diagnose it and treat them properly, once they are too sick or unconscious to advocate for themselves.... When that is simply not the fucking reality.

[jessilynallendilla]

The Most Popular Girls in School Quotes Without Context Season 1

“I want to poop here. Whenever I want, for as long as I want.” 

“I’ll be watching you.�� “I’m going to poop now.” 

“Have fun smelling my poops, bitches!” 

“Was it slutty of me to give you a hand job last night?"

“Hey, if I watch an episode of Glee and an episode of Gossip Girl, can I get a blow job instead?” 

“God, I want to fucking murder you.” 

“What the fuck is a growler?”  

“Well then, I’ll gladly tell all the student bodies of Wichita State, Kansas and San Diego State, that you eat dick burritos.” 

“Suck my dick!” “Ok.” “What!?-” “Drop trou, I’ll suck your dick right now!” “Dude, that was an expression! Right? Am I right? That’s an expression, right guys?” 

“I’ll suck all your dicks right now!” 

“I’m a real man! I’m not afraid!” 

“Yeah, he’s definitely gay.” “He’s gay.” “We had an assembly about it.” 

“One last question...how come Matthew Daringer doesn’t have a penis or testicles?” 

“Jesus Christ, is that a fucking Gremlin?” “No, I’m a third grader.” 

“Rea-really? We talked, you pooped, I thought we had a connection.” 

“Wait, wait a minute, you lost control of the girl’s bathrooms?! Where the fuck am I supposed to shit now?” “Oh, you can go to the Jack in the Box across the street.” 

“We’ll I’m twenty-seven and still living with my parents in Overland Park. I have an art history degree from night school. My cat just died. I’ve lost 25% control of my sphincter muscles. I get a clicking sound in my jaw when I eat. I drive a ‘91 Dodge Neon. I have ovarian cysts. Sometimes I pee the bed still. I have alopecia. The only man who wants to fuck me is my 48-year-old manager at Pizza Street. PS, he only has one ball. So, I guess, better than you.”  

“No! Girls! On HBO! Kind of like Gossip Girl, but more tits.” 

“She said this is easier, you know, she said she just gets really emotional when she’s pregnant. And drunk.” 

“My mom said it’s about time people start feeling sorry for me.” 

“I won your card fair and square, so hand it ower before I bitch swap the bwack out of you.” 

*hit with a Hackey-Sack* “Aaah! Son of a bitch! Bastard! Aaah! God! Why me? Why me? Why? Does God hate me? Oh Jesus Christ!” 

“Oh my God I feel like I’m having an abortion!” 

“Mikayla, I’m six feet tall and weigh 105 pounds. I think I know how to mix x-lax into a fucking drink, ok?” 

“Mommy, what did you used to drink when you were a cheerleader?” “Squeez-its and Zima, why?” 

“Fuck it right it in the ass.” “No lube!” “Fisting!” “With a big black dildo!” The biggest!” 

“And don’t get me started on Pakistan. Ahmedinijad, am I right?” 

*principle making announcements* “And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, I know I’m excited, my nipples are hard.” 

“’Oh yes! Oh, fuck yes! Who else is wet in here?” 

“I’m sorry, was I not just in the middle of a story?” “Yeah, but I wasn’t really that interested in it.”  

“Do you like making me look like a dickhole? Do you?” “You want me to say no, right?” 

“She may be a dirty fucking slut but at least she’s ours.” 

“Deandra, you’re a member of this family, you poop with us!” “Uh no. Deandra, you’re a cheerleader. You shit with us!”  

*waving amputated arms* “These are a little girl’s arms!” 

“How could you do this to us? You literally bombed us. Like the Japanese you are.” 

“Oh my, somebody’s going to be walking very funny tomorrow morning.” 

“The babies you make tonight are going to be so stupid.” 

“I swear, if I was into ladies, I’d be elbow deep in you right now.” “Hello.” 

“I’m being paid fifty dollars to stand here. Not talk to Rick Taylor’s bottom. Go away now.” 

“You look like a tampon that was dipped in skittles and vomit.” “Thank you.” 

“I get to run a hundred meters in the Special Olympics, I lost like twenty-seven pounds-” “Oh my god! What is your secret?” “...I had my arms ripped off.” 

“Well, I gave every boy in the school a blowjay!” 

"Um, Tanner, aren’t you gay?” "That’s a woman!?” 

[bumblebeerror]

Oh yea, I had an appointment with the pain clinic today. Now that insurance is FINALLY satisfied (four months later), I’ve been scheduled for Fuck-your-nerves injections* and baby’s first ever MRI. The injections are very temporary versions of the treatment they want to try, and if they help my pain they’ll use radiation to make it more long-lasting.

I’ve actually had a CT scan once before for ovarian cysts, and hated it because big loud boring tube that feels very small. The MRI will likely be a similar experience all the way down. Unpleasant, uncomfortable, and anxiety-inducing, but overall fine.

Also I get to tell my PT tomorrow that last week I immediately got into a car crash after leaving my PT appointment and that’s how my week has gone. Pro, she has a new puppy and I may get to hear about her toddler getting into shenanigans with it again.

* the injections are meant to scramble up my nerves’ ability to signal pain at every opportunity. They’re going to inject a chemical into my back that will, if it goes well, make it harder for my nerves to send coherent pain signals. I won’t be anesthetized or anything, they’ll just shoot me up and send me home.

[catoperated]

The uterus transplant post got me thinking about when I had my hysterectomy. They got in there and found it was, and this is a direct quote from my OBGYN, “riddled with endometriosis.”

Oh, the vindication I felt.

My entire fucking life (up until my current OBGYN, who is awesome) I was told I was exaggerating when I said my period pains reduced me to a weeping ball on the floor. I got the birth control pills that make you have fewer periods as soon as they came out, and then no periods, and then an IUD. By the time the IUD was ready to be replaced, I not only hit the age where birth control was no longer safe, my insurance denied a replacement.

Side note, I also immediately dropped a psychiatrist who asked if I “really needed” birth control if I wasn’t sexually active (I’m bi-romantic ace), and I suggest everybody drop any doctor and look for a replacement if the vibes are off.

Anyway! Shortly after that I got on Medicare (thanks shitty job that made me extra crippled), where gender affirming surgery was covered. I yeeted both tits and uterus immediately.

I’m now writing this with my phone resting on my flat chest, something I could never do before because too much titty. I always hated those fucking things, but not as much as I hated my fucked up baby factory.

And then last year my remaining ovary (the other was so messed up it had to be removed) developed an ovarian cyst that burst and made me feel like I was dying. Since it’s on the right, it was initially thought to be a burst appendix, but it turns out anything that floods your system with chemicals that shouldn’t be free floating means agonizing pain that’s bad even for a chronic pain sufferer.

I guess my point is don’t feel obligated to stick with a doctor you hate or who doesn’t listen to you. If you keep looking you will eventually find one who’s a good fit.

Like I see a lot of posts about psychiatrists who never prescribe enough pills and then can’t be reached when refills are needed. Don’t stand for that!

Oh, and if you’re a person with a uterus getting an IUD: demand sedation and numbing. I had a pain pill before and a local injection and it still kinda hurt.

[katzirra]

My doctor's office even SAYING the word cancer has my fucking skin crawling.

I have two fears in life, and one of them is getting any kind of medical issue that's life long or prolonged, because the American health system doesn't give a shit about people without big insurance or money.

I have been having a battle with my body about my lack of periods for extended times, and my health and iron and all this shit that's a huge knot together. So I got a pelvic ultrasound which showed one ovary is enlarged quite a bit. So my doctor's office called to schedule me some lab work next week, and an MRI to rule out ovarian cancer.

But the mere mention of it has me on edge because my dad's side of the family is just... a lot of unsavory medical conditions and while cancer isn't a big one, I'm just... terrified now :))

I can't afford an $800-1000 MRI as is, so any kinda treatment or surgery is gonna kill me mentally because I'll have to figure a nightmare out about that. Lord knows the state of the world I wouldn't feel right crowdfunding or asking for financial assistance... lmao GOD I hate this shit.

I hate it being even a minor concern.

It's like being a woman is just theee types of cancer bomb scares that could go off at any time lord willing your body decides to play games with God lmfao.

I'm sure it's just cysts or something but Christ. GOD DAMNIT.

[cinnamongirl4life]

I feel so fucking crazy

I feel like my heart is going to explode

Cuz see,

My meds make me fat but you know what i take them anyways. Why? Cuz killing myself is not an option rn

I literally got ovarian cysts from my meds and the hormonal imbalance is making me fat af

I hate this

[coiled-dragon]

Kinda hate the whole 'im not american and am laughing at your misfortunes' meme, like fuck no i dont laugh at the suffering of my friends in america, im not a cunt.

No same it def rubbed me the wrong way to see it worded that way on that poll I RBd... Like its really not funny that most of us dont go to the hospital when we should. Many people die from preventable disease solely because its too costly to get help and they try to manage it on their own. Hell I have a fucked up ankle because despite spending the money to go to the ER after a severe ankle sprain, I couldnt exactly not work for two months in order to allow it time to properly heal. Ive had an ovarian cyst rupture years ago and wasn't sure if it was my appendix, I just sat and waited to see if I died (I didn't obviously but I literally gambled with my health and survival rather than risk the expense of getting it checked)

Its not okay. It sucks.

[colorstormx]

anyway uh. yeah this has been fucking with me more than I'd like to admit the past couple of days and I think I just need to talk about it for a bit

warning for a few things under the cut - menstruation, medical stuff, disordered eating

so. my last period started at the end of April, and didn't really stop until the end of July. technically I'm still spotting a bit but it's not the absolute bloodfest that it was earlier.

I got a gyno appointment because of said bloodfest and they ended up giving me an ultrasound and sending me in for blood work. the ultrasound showed ovarian cysts, and the blood work was normal except for high insulin. technically they tested my testosterone level too, but that result still isn't in yet. apparently it takes them forever to get it so. shrugs.

they basically diagnosed me with polycystic ovarian syndrome, although they need that testosterone result to really confirm it since I don't have a lot of the other common PCOS symptoms. my period was pretty regular up until this year and isn't usually super painful, and I don't really have extra hair in unusual spots.

my gyno pointed out the high insulin though, and said that PCOS is associated with insulin resistance and prescribed metformin. she also said that diet changes can help, and gave me a handout about it. apparently being at a higher weight can make symptoms worse.

and all of this is coming at a time when I had finally started to accept my body and feel more comfortable eating the way I want to. :')

I've had some rough experiences with body image and restrictive eating over the years, although I guess it was never technically a full-blown ED, just... really bad habits and a lot of excess guilt over everything I allowed myself to eat. and I thought I'd finally gotten past that, but seeing this handout just feels like it validates every harsh thought, every bit of guilt I ever felt about eating stuff that wasn't like. raw vegetables and bland chicken.

and I know that it's not actually advocating for anything super extreme, just moderation, but there's an obsessive streak in me that makes everything feel way more black and white than it actually is. like if I don't follow the stupid "sample diet" listed there I'm gonna get a bad grade in PCOS management. god it's so stupid but at the same time my mental state has just absolutely tanked over this, I'm overanalyzing everything and super self conscious of my body again and I'm just so tired of everything about it

I miss the blissful ignorance, I guess.

everything is just still new and weird to me right now. it's gonna take a while to process everything and I know I'll be fine in the end, I just hate having to get there.

anyway at least we're moving apartments in less than 2 months now. I can't wait to get out of this shithole. god I swear I'm gonna make an official commissions post bc it would really be nice to have some extra funds on hand for the move, and my hours at work are already starting to dip as summer ends. augh. anyway if you want me to draw something just ask and we can figure things out <3

so uh. yeah. good job on reading this far if you made it. I'm... horrible at reaching out to specific people to talk about stuff like this, so having it all out there in a semi public environment for people to reply to if they happen to see it is? a little less stress inducing, I guess. I just hate feeling like I'm bothering people with stuff. that all being said... please at least like this post if you read it all the way through? replies would be nice too, I just. want to be heard I guess.

[sisterjaniswilde]

I hate so much that birth control is called that and marketed as just that because in reality it's NOT just birth control for a lot of people who use it. in actuality, it's synthetic hormones. it's lifesaving medication for people like me who have hormonal issues like PCOS and could otherwise develop cysts that can burst and cause sepsis, possibly cancer, and a number of other ovarian, uterine, and cervical issues. my mom had cervical cancer. I don't have time to fuck around with whether or not THE ONE long term medication that's actually helped me is going to be available or not. this isn't a joke to me. I NEED to be on birth control. It's not just about blocking the ability to conceive for me, it's about MY FUCKING HEALTH. and everyone who runs around going "oh birth control made me crazy," you can go fuck yourselves too, because as a bipolar person, birth control has stabilized my mood swings more than any psych medication I've ever been on, and I was terrified to start using it because of horror stories from people like you. birth control has done nothing but improved my quality of life. if it's not for you and you don't want to take it, that's fine, don't take it, but please sit the fuck down and shut up for the sake of people who do take it and really need it, including to block the possibility of getting pregnant.

[thegreatimpersonator]

ok so this is my health update for anyone wondering will post below the cut in case no one wants to read it kjdgsjkdgs 🤡

First and foremost, I've been dealing with this hip problem for almost 10 years. I'm drained. The pain is unpredictable and temperamental and we can't seem to figure it out. Am i always going to be this way? using a came from my twenties onward? i fucking hate this. sometimes i can't even get off the couch for days at a time.

the biggest thing, though, lately, is my gynecological problems. i have been in the ER for it so many times, for ovarian cysts that have burst to a strange shaped uterus to most recently cramps so severe that i was physically ill and couldn't eat or sleep for days. the doctor.. well he didn't know shit, they didn't find anything on my tests thank goodness but he called it """Dysfunctional bleeding""" and basically told me to get a hysterectomy (i'm 28 idk if i even want kids and have yet to date anyone seriously since 2016 sooooo...)

so then i go to my normal OBGYN with some hope she can help, but she's stumped. they're going to try another form of birth control that they put in the arm (Nexplanon) and basically if this doesn't help me they're going to have to do a partial hysterectomy and leave my ovaries in. this will stop my bleeding but will not stop the hormone problems i have with extreme mood swings, suicidal thoughts/tendencies etc.

all in all i'm just. i feel hopeless. i feel lost. i feel frustrated. i'm still trying to get my bipolar/anxiety/panic/depression/all of that meds figured out after like 15 years of bs and doctors telling me to "get over it" and "take 3 or 4 pills you'll be fine"

i just needed to vent and share and idk if anyone will read this but. if you do thank you. i love you all no matter what. i hope things get better soon. i'm just scared. i had one fairly major surgery on my hip in Feb 2020 and i'm terrified of more.

again, i love you, thank you for sticking with this if you have.

love, Jen xoxoxo

[topazadine]

And the thing is that these nurses will use their power against anyone they judge, think has caused their own suffering, or whatever. (TW for medical trauma, medical neglect, slutshaming, misogyny)

When I was in high school, I suffered a ruptured hemorrhagic ovarian cyst. I was absolutely pouring blood. Drenched two of those puppy pad things. I straight up could have died, that's how bad the blood loss was. I'd been bleeding most of the day and only cracked and begged my dad to come get me around the end of the school day because I was literally hunched over on the floor, crying, chalk white from pain.

My idiot father took me to the peds ICU for some goddamn reason even though I was like 15 or 16 and absolutely should have been sent to the adult ICU for a ruptured ovarian cyst.

I told them, having been diagnosed with PCOS the year prior, that I thought it was a ruptured ovarian cyst because I'd read up on my condition and knew it was a possibility, and the pain was only on one side of my body. They didn't believe me because apparently I was just a dumb lying teenager.

Not only did the nurses ignore me in favor of oohing and ahhing over a newborn baby, but they catherized me, pumped my bladder full of fluid, and left me there.

For three hours.

While they "waited for imaging." With a little Tylenol to tide me over. Oh, thanks.

Imagine having a full bladder, for three hours, while you are pouring blood from an ovarian cyst, in immense pain, terrified of how much you are bleeding, scared and wanting your mom (my father was a bastard and absolutely no help, and my mom was off on a business trip), and the nurses just.

Ignore you. For three hours. Because they've got better shit to do I guess. Don't check on you except to throw another puppy pad under you and then leave again.

Then, I got imaging, and they realized, "oh shit you have a ruptured ovarian cyst and it's pouring blood," and suddenly they couldn't get me out of there fast enough. Like basically pushing me out the fucking door, telling me to take a Tylenol and giving me a permission slip to stay out of school the next day. No actual pain relief, no aftercare instructions, nothing. Just "oh well maybe it'll stop or something idk, bye."

It was only months later that I realized that they likely were "punishing" me because they thought I'd been having a miscarriage as a teenager. I wasn't even sexually active at the time.

They then realized they'd been totally fucking wrong after forcing me to lay there with a full bladder for three hours. That I had told them what it was and they had ignored it in favor of being judgmental little shits. And that if I wanted to, I could have gotten them all in serious trouble for ignoring a patient whose room looks like a murder scene while they busy themselves squealing over babies.

Being in the peds unit (again, my father is an idiot), they likely didn't even consider that it could have been ovarian cyst. But instead of, you know, consulting with literally anyone else, they shoved me in a room and ignored me because of their own prejudices. They likely believed I was lying about not being sexually active because my dad was there, because why believe a stupid teenager? Then when they realized they were absolutely wrong, they got me out of there as soon as possible so I couldn't protest.

It was an absolute nightmare, and I hate that they got away with it because I was too young and scared to call out their bullshit, and my father was useless.

(This was at Endeavor Health Northwest Community Hospital in Arlington Heights, IL, around 2008 or 2009. I have no idea how terrible they are now, but I'd advise against going there because fuck them.)

On the plus side, though, it taught me to advocate for myself. Medical professionals have tried to use my mental illness against me multiple times - such as gaslighting me into thinking I'd signed up for group medication management when I distinctly remembered saying I wanted individual treatment - and I call them on it every fucking time. I have walked out of therapy appointments because of bad vibes. I get the ombudsman involved when I have to.

When doctors are extremely late, I go up to the receptionist and tell them to reschedule me and that this behavior is utterly unacceptable. I tell them that I will refuse to pay the copay if they attempt to charge me so they better get ready to eat the cost. And doctors hate it, and I absolutely do not care.

If your patients are always demons to you and calling your ass out, maybe YOU are the problem, not the patients. It's one thing to get a few assholes every once in a while. It's another thing if you're getting so many that you feel the need to get a little snarky pin.

You just better hope you don't run into a patient like me who is more than happy to get you in trouble for being an asshole.

surely it's not just me who finds those fucking "be nice, I'm in charge of the pills" pins you sometimes see doctors and nurses wearing in pretty bad taste right? like the *point* is a stand against being mistreated by patients but like...yea you are in charge of the pills and can arbitrarily deny care to people, not really sure why that's something to gloat about? like the number of stories especially of black women being totally denied painkillers in hospital and stuff because the nurses were assholes it's like....maybe you can have your snarky pins when you're not in the position to medically torture someone? idk

like you get people rushing to defend it like "you don't know what it's like working in a hospital" but like...i do sure as hell know what it's like being mistreated by medical professionals. I'm not even getting paid to be here. it's kinda fucking evil when you think about it for more than a second.

[head-shoulders-toeknee]

I forgot this is my personal blog as well and I can just vent So anyway,

TW//: under the cut are mentions of hospitals, ovaries, blood, surgery, vomit, suicide, whatever.

SO i tried going to bed at like 3 AM last friday. But my mission to eepytown was interrupted drastically by the worst stabbing pain in my lower abdomen that I'd Ever felt in my life. But I'm a stubborn son of a bitch, so I figured Ahhh It'll pass on it's own! Maybe it's just a fart!

it wasn't a fart.

After about two hours of squirming and groaning in pain, I took a buttload of painkillers and called my mom. She came running to my room immediately and called the emergency services. Meanwhile, I was busy spewing out the contents of my stomach. Including the painkillers. So I was back to square one.

Guess What The Emergency Fucking Services told us??

"Yeah nah just take some painkillers lol we can't do much for u now"

BITCH YOU COULD'VE PICKEd me UP. AND GAVE ME. SOMETHING STRONGER THAN FUCJING PARACETAMOL

We called back.

"Ah ye just try a suppository then!"

I was ready to kill them.

I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. My mom didn't sleep, she stayed with me the whole time, until the hospital opened and then she immediately drove me there.

The car ride was agonising. The waiting room was agonising. Hell, existence was agonising. I had two options in my head at that point. Either someone fucking helps me Right Now or I'll off myself somehow. I was in too much pain.

Finally, our doctor calls us and we go to their room so she can examine me.

SHE DOES AN INTERNAL EXAMINATION. HER FINGRS. GO INSIDE. MY [clown honk]. I SCREAMED IN PAIN. HOLY SHIt I HATED HER AT THAT MOMENT.

Anyway, she told us to rush to the emergency department. So we did. More questions, tests, etc. Sent off to gynaecology after receiving a very relieving injection of morphine (i'm gonna kiss the nurse who gave me that shit thank you so much)

ULTRASOUND :D WITH A ROD :D INSIDE MY [clown noise] more screaming.

They found a large cyst. I was admitted. I finally got a comfy bed and some IV fluids (i still couldn't hold down even one sip of water)

Hours pass. Have you ever been in excruciating pain while also being horribly exhausted? It's so fucking weird. You're writhing in pain yet simultaneously half-falling asleep.

OH and by the way, I hadn't eaten anything yet since dinner the night before. And now I wasn't allowed to, cuz I needed surgery.

I spent a total of 15 hours in agonising pain, some of which were soothed mildly by IV painkillers, until I finally got wheeled into the OR where they put me under for a laparoscopy. Pretty sure I told the surgeons to sleep tight when they put me under..

After only about an hour and a half, I woke up again as they were rolling me back to a room. I was immediately asking questions about the surgery, how it went, what they saw, what my insides look like, man I don't even know I was still out of it from the anaesthesia, but I was clearly Very Interested.

I was finally pain free. Apart from the surgical wounds, but that's a pain I could totally deal with compared to what I had.

Turns out, that large cyst they saw, (a very bloody one apparently) caused an ovarian torsion. My ovary had twisted. That's what hurt so much. What the hell, I didn't even know ovaries could do that. I'd heard about testicular torsion before but not ovarian.

Anyway, I could finally sleep and eat and I no longer had to puke. The next day, at around 2pm, I was discharged. I immediately rented a wheelchair so I could catch a glimpse of the pride parade that was going on in my town lol.

Jesus christ. What a weekend.