New Diagnoses, One Year Later

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New Diagnoses, One Year Later

So it's officially been about a year.  Truthfully, this all started more than 11 years ago with the arrival of my first period that included hospital-inducing pain.
 
But 10 years later (about a year ago):
I stared sleeping through alarms. I started needing 12 or more hours of sleep, but I struggled with insomnia. I was getting weaker and exhausted. I was hungry all of the time. My acne and hair growth got worse again. A blood sugar roller coaster - the likes of which I hadn't experienced since hormones first appeared - was impossible to get a handle on. My anxiety couldn't be tamed or helped with self-care or my meds. 
 
Then my period started, way before it was supposed to. The pain I had experienced in the beginning, the kind I tried to forget, came back with full vengeance.
 
My body - so in turn, myself - had reached its limit. 
I needed change and help from healthcare providers. 
 
I was officially diagnosed with PCOS and endometriosis a little less than a year ago. But things started to unravel about a month before. 
 
It took more than 7 months to actually get things managed better. I finally haven't had a period for five months. Knock on wood. I hope this continues. The birth control works to stop my period and the pain, but the acne and the hair growth are still pushing to the surface. Those things are of course superficial and can be covered up. My a1c has gone up, a lot.
 
I'm still looking for an OBGYN I like, but luckily I have a PCP, an endo, a psychiatrist, and a pharmacist on my side who are willing to fight for me.
 
I definitely still feel burned out on healthcare and still feel like I'm trying to crawl out of the hole I was dumped into last year. I'm not as angry or bitter as I was, but I still get surges of it when women's heath is brought up. We have a long way to go... I'm reminded of this when I hear a group of physicians stating that the biggest concern and topic for women when it comes to diabetes is thyroid issues...
 
Um... no. Let me talk to you about periods, k?
 
But at least I have answers. At least no more period. At least I've returned (for the most part) back to myself. 
 
Of course I still have my soapbox to stand on, and the "me too"s to help me not feel alone and offer support and tips and tricks.