Post by marzaally on Jan 11, 2009 22:35:43 GMT -5
Hello,
Several people on the board probably already know about this but I thought I should share because this is information every girl should be aware of. As a warning this will be about sexual activity, but in a mature way and not anything embarrassing. (By the way I'm married so assuming I'm a virgin would be crazy, lol.)
I should tell you guys a little story before I get into this anecdote because it will help you understand about sections of the actual story later. When I was really little, about 5 years old my brother and sister decided to play a little prank on me. They pretended that someone broke into the house. They were very elaborate with it, hiding trinkets and such every now and then when I wasn't looking. They made me believe that someone was stealing all of our possessions when I wasn't in the room. My brother then wrapped a telephone curly wire around his neck and faked his death. Instead of panicking, I told my sister to stay inside because I was going to protect her. I got a little Halloween cape and a crowbar and paced around the front of the house while my brother and sister laughed at me from inside. My miner neighbor saw me, I told him what happened and he searched our house with a gun. They never got in trouble and only recently apologized. Needless to say this really had a negative impact on me. I still can't be left alone for more than about 4 days and have a constant fear of people breaking into my house. If I had it my way I'd have at least 3 dead bolts on every major entrance to my house but that is going overboard. I still love them, my brother is even one of my closest friends. Kids just do stupid things sometimes.
That having been said onto the actual story: It has been a while since I talked about this. A while ago I started taking HBC (Hormonal Birth Control) in the form of that patch thing. It was going good until the summer after my wedding. I started to notice an enormous amount of anxiety and worried excessively about things I hadn't even ever though about.
At night while my husband was sleeping I would stay up until 3:00 am or later crying about these things. This sort of thing was going on for over 1.5 months and before you think it, I don't generally have the symptoms of PMS or anything, so there . In think in my whole "adult" life (wink) I've only ever had symptoms 2-3s tops.
One day my husband and I went on a date one day and I suddenly thought I didn't love him anymore. I went to the bathroom of Taco Bell were I cried for a few minutes and came out. I stared at him for a while while he ate to try to remember what it was that I loved about him. When we got home Joey got a call from our friend Allen to go play cards. He didn't know how I was feeling at the time so he left. I sat at my computer, cried, and made a list of reasons why I married Joey. Then I crossed that with reasons why he would love me and while I had about 20s on the first list I could write down one thing on the second.
I called Joey and he came right home. I then told him what I was feeling and he sat on the bed and calmed me down. He told me that even though I like to plan ahead for every aspect I can, I can't plan everything and shouldn't try. At the end of our conversation I felt confident that I loved him. It was at this point that those commercials for PMDD were on tv and he suggested that perhaps I could have that. I know the general "societal-comical" rule is for a girl to get pissed at that sort of suggestion, but he was serious and just wanted to help so I made an appointment with my doctor the following week to discuss my problems. This was on a Thursday I believe, and Friday morning he had to go to the army (one weekend a week/two weeks a year) base so I was going to be left alone for two weeks. I was determined to do it.
That evening I went to see Mr. Brooks and was so freaked out about it and because I wasn't in the right frame of mind and paranoid about being alone I was convinced someone was going to break into my house, steal all my things, and kill me. Or that I was secretly a bad person and would one day kill someone (you'd have to see the movie to fully get that). So I spent the night checking the windows, locks and looking in every place that a person could hide. I don't recall sleeping that night.
The next day I went to my parent's house for a cookout. My mom caught me crying in the backyard and took me for a car ride. She told me about how she had problems with HBC when she was my age and couldn't take it for more than a month because it made her crazy too. I confided in my friend Sam, and many of my friends here on the internet, like Ravyn, and Sam said she wasn't even able to last 2 weeks. Apparently, something my mom should've told me earlier, but hormone problems run in my family. In fact, it was more than 6 years after my parents got married that they were able to have the oldest of 4.
So armed with this knowledge I went to my doctor's office with my mom. She waited in the lobby while I told my doctor that I would like more information about PMDD and she actually laughed at me. I kid you not. Laughed. She told me it is something you don't develop, you're born with it and put me on different medication. Being the pansy I am I didn't fight her.
I decided to stay at my parent's while Joey was away and took the new pills. After a few days I decided that I was fed up with this shit because I wasn't getting better, but worse. I called my husband and he said my health was more important than waiting to have children (aw, swoon!) and that if I wanted to stop taking HBC that is just fine with him. So when I had to see my doctor for another "womanly" check up I told her I was going off the medicine. She tried to convince me I didn't know what I was talking about and tried to give me a different pill but I firmly, but politely (as always) said no. When I went to see this woman I cried my heart out to her. I explained how troubled and affected by the HBC I was and she laughed. But it has been quite a while and my hormones have returned to normal. Through this I feel Joey and I have proven that we belong together and we are perfect for each other.
So in conclusion, if you are a girl wanting to go the HBC method please get a detailed family history including hormone problems, be aware, preferably keeping a journal of all of your moods and such in relation to your period, and don't let a doctor bully you into going against what your body is telling you. I'm not the only person this has happened to and there are a lot of support groups online.
If you are a guy, be aware of when your girlfriend (lover or just female friend) may be having issues and don't be afraid of maturely addressing the issue. If you approach her with a straightforward attitude, tell her you only mean the best, then you will most likely not get the "how dare you" result.
Oi, now onto the next thing, don't worry it is much sorter, lol. So yesterday I was looking online at my schedule for classes today and I noticed that I was one class short. Last month when I signed up for classes I enrolled in a History class that I needed to graduate. Well last week when I was in Cincinnati they kicked me out of it because suddenly there was "honors" tacked onto the end. I emailed my councilor and have not heard back. I have to take this course because I need it to graduate and all the other options are either full or not being offered in the spring. Long story short, I may have to wait until summer to graduate! I yelled and swore quite a bit when I found this out yesterday, then cried because I do that when I reach a certain level of angry or frustrated. I also went grocery shopping today and bought a 24 case of Mt. Dew, and accidentally left it on the bottom of the cart in the parking lot. In the 4 minutes it took me to turn around and get back to the cart return where I put it the pop was gone so I had to buy a new one. They were on sale.
There is a pattern to how things go in my life. I have times where my life will be wonderful for a while, and then one or two very big, frustrating things will happen and it will throw the next couple of months into pure chaos.
Whew! That felt good! If you have any questions feel free to ask. My life is pretty much an open book because I don't think keeping certain information a secret facilitates understanding. As an older person it is my job to help those who are younger after all. You baby faces, lol. (seriously I'm the oldest person in my classes)
Several people on the board probably already know about this but I thought I should share because this is information every girl should be aware of. As a warning this will be about sexual activity, but in a mature way and not anything embarrassing. (By the way I'm married so assuming I'm a virgin would be crazy, lol.)
I should tell you guys a little story before I get into this anecdote because it will help you understand about sections of the actual story later. When I was really little, about 5 years old my brother and sister decided to play a little prank on me. They pretended that someone broke into the house. They were very elaborate with it, hiding trinkets and such every now and then when I wasn't looking. They made me believe that someone was stealing all of our possessions when I wasn't in the room. My brother then wrapped a telephone curly wire around his neck and faked his death. Instead of panicking, I told my sister to stay inside because I was going to protect her. I got a little Halloween cape and a crowbar and paced around the front of the house while my brother and sister laughed at me from inside. My miner neighbor saw me, I told him what happened and he searched our house with a gun. They never got in trouble and only recently apologized. Needless to say this really had a negative impact on me. I still can't be left alone for more than about 4 days and have a constant fear of people breaking into my house. If I had it my way I'd have at least 3 dead bolts on every major entrance to my house but that is going overboard. I still love them, my brother is even one of my closest friends. Kids just do stupid things sometimes.
That having been said onto the actual story: It has been a while since I talked about this. A while ago I started taking HBC (Hormonal Birth Control) in the form of that patch thing. It was going good until the summer after my wedding. I started to notice an enormous amount of anxiety and worried excessively about things I hadn't even ever though about.
At night while my husband was sleeping I would stay up until 3:00 am or later crying about these things. This sort of thing was going on for over 1.5 months and before you think it, I don't generally have the symptoms of PMS or anything, so there . In think in my whole "adult" life (wink) I've only ever had symptoms 2-3s tops.
One day my husband and I went on a date one day and I suddenly thought I didn't love him anymore. I went to the bathroom of Taco Bell were I cried for a few minutes and came out. I stared at him for a while while he ate to try to remember what it was that I loved about him. When we got home Joey got a call from our friend Allen to go play cards. He didn't know how I was feeling at the time so he left. I sat at my computer, cried, and made a list of reasons why I married Joey. Then I crossed that with reasons why he would love me and while I had about 20s on the first list I could write down one thing on the second.
I called Joey and he came right home. I then told him what I was feeling and he sat on the bed and calmed me down. He told me that even though I like to plan ahead for every aspect I can, I can't plan everything and shouldn't try. At the end of our conversation I felt confident that I loved him. It was at this point that those commercials for PMDD were on tv and he suggested that perhaps I could have that. I know the general "societal-comical" rule is for a girl to get pissed at that sort of suggestion, but he was serious and just wanted to help so I made an appointment with my doctor the following week to discuss my problems. This was on a Thursday I believe, and Friday morning he had to go to the army (one weekend a week/two weeks a year) base so I was going to be left alone for two weeks. I was determined to do it.
That evening I went to see Mr. Brooks and was so freaked out about it and because I wasn't in the right frame of mind and paranoid about being alone I was convinced someone was going to break into my house, steal all my things, and kill me. Or that I was secretly a bad person and would one day kill someone (you'd have to see the movie to fully get that). So I spent the night checking the windows, locks and looking in every place that a person could hide. I don't recall sleeping that night.
The next day I went to my parent's house for a cookout. My mom caught me crying in the backyard and took me for a car ride. She told me about how she had problems with HBC when she was my age and couldn't take it for more than a month because it made her crazy too. I confided in my friend Sam, and many of my friends here on the internet, like Ravyn, and Sam said she wasn't even able to last 2 weeks. Apparently, something my mom should've told me earlier, but hormone problems run in my family. In fact, it was more than 6 years after my parents got married that they were able to have the oldest of 4.
So armed with this knowledge I went to my doctor's office with my mom. She waited in the lobby while I told my doctor that I would like more information about PMDD and she actually laughed at me. I kid you not. Laughed. She told me it is something you don't develop, you're born with it and put me on different medication. Being the pansy I am I didn't fight her.
I decided to stay at my parent's while Joey was away and took the new pills. After a few days I decided that I was fed up with this shit because I wasn't getting better, but worse. I called my husband and he said my health was more important than waiting to have children (aw, swoon!) and that if I wanted to stop taking HBC that is just fine with him. So when I had to see my doctor for another "womanly" check up I told her I was going off the medicine. She tried to convince me I didn't know what I was talking about and tried to give me a different pill but I firmly, but politely (as always) said no. When I went to see this woman I cried my heart out to her. I explained how troubled and affected by the HBC I was and she laughed. But it has been quite a while and my hormones have returned to normal. Through this I feel Joey and I have proven that we belong together and we are perfect for each other.
So in conclusion, if you are a girl wanting to go the HBC method please get a detailed family history including hormone problems, be aware, preferably keeping a journal of all of your moods and such in relation to your period, and don't let a doctor bully you into going against what your body is telling you. I'm not the only person this has happened to and there are a lot of support groups online.
If you are a guy, be aware of when your girlfriend (lover or just female friend) may be having issues and don't be afraid of maturely addressing the issue. If you approach her with a straightforward attitude, tell her you only mean the best, then you will most likely not get the "how dare you" result.
Oi, now onto the next thing, don't worry it is much sorter, lol. So yesterday I was looking online at my schedule for classes today and I noticed that I was one class short. Last month when I signed up for classes I enrolled in a History class that I needed to graduate. Well last week when I was in Cincinnati they kicked me out of it because suddenly there was "honors" tacked onto the end. I emailed my councilor and have not heard back. I have to take this course because I need it to graduate and all the other options are either full or not being offered in the spring. Long story short, I may have to wait until summer to graduate! I yelled and swore quite a bit when I found this out yesterday, then cried because I do that when I reach a certain level of angry or frustrated. I also went grocery shopping today and bought a 24 case of Mt. Dew, and accidentally left it on the bottom of the cart in the parking lot. In the 4 minutes it took me to turn around and get back to the cart return where I put it the pop was gone so I had to buy a new one. They were on sale.
There is a pattern to how things go in my life. I have times where my life will be wonderful for a while, and then one or two very big, frustrating things will happen and it will throw the next couple of months into pure chaos.
Whew! That felt good! If you have any questions feel free to ask. My life is pretty much an open book because I don't think keeping certain information a secret facilitates understanding. As an older person it is my job to help those who are younger after all. You baby faces, lol. (seriously I'm the oldest person in my classes)