Let’s Talk About Endometriosis

Let’s Talk About Endometriosis

There is something in my life that has been a major hurdle for me healthwise.  I know I have been alluding to talking about it in a few recent posts, but I have found it hard to find the words. I suppose I have found myself at a loss for how to cover such a big, serious topic in a way that will not weigh down you my readers. Finally I came to the conclusion that this issue is common enough and not talked about enough, that it could be really beneficial for ya’ll to have heard about it in some way or another. I submitted a piece to BUST magazine and was lucky enough to have them publish it. 

If you haven’t heard of BUST, then check out the last piece I published with them here, all about the best piece of advice I have ever been given. If you have heard of them, then you can go ahead and start reading up on my experience with Endometriosis! The full post is titled: When No One Gives A Shit That You Have Endometriosis and is only available on BUST.com, but you can find a snippet below:

“…I had always been aware of my mother’s cramps and how they affected her life — she used to have to be hospitalized monthly like clockwork. She once said that her cramps were so debilitating it made childbirth seem easy. She had been through the ringer, and yet anytime I would try to express how much pain I was in to coworkers or friends, I was brushed off. I got a lot of, “oh ya my cramps hurt too” or “yeah I get kind of moody sometimes.” I once even had a female boss say, “It’s OK. Sometimes when I’m on my period I feel like being a baby too” when I had to call out sick from work. Everyone made me feel like I was faking it, or I was exaggerating. I didn’t understand how anyone could be going through what I went through every few weeks without missing work or dinners or birthday parties. It never occurred to me that that was because they weren’t experiencing what I was. They weren’t experiencing one tenth of what I was, because what I was experiencing was not normal.

So, I asked my doctor about it. I said I was in pain and it did not seem normal. My doctor’s reaction was to prescribe me Percocet, an incredibly potent and highly addictive painkiller. Well, turns out that Percocet just makes me puke my guts out for days on end, and therefore did little to help keep me at work. So they prescribed Vicodin (same reaction) and then codeine (same reaction). Then, for another year or so, I went on without any medication. At this point I was alternating between getting about two periods a month or getting just one period that lasted two weeks. I would pass out on my bathroom floor, I would throw up from the pain, I would remain bedridden in the fetal position for hours on end, but my doctor was convinced that this was normal, so I didn’t push it….”

Read the rest at BUST.com!


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