The Endo Times

This feels like one of those weeks where I probably need to apologize to everyone again. I feel like I've been channeling Ouiser—"I'm not crazy. I've just been in a very bad mood for 40 years." Or, well, 35 in my case. THERE'S STILL TIME. I've been crazy busy and had very little time to myself, which makes me just a little cranky. Sorry if you had to deal with me this week and you thought I was  awful. I probably was. So, anyway, I just finished week 4 of the trial drug, making it officially one month. And dear 8 pound 6 ounce newborn baby Jesus, what a month it has been. I know February only has 28 days, but they have gone on FOREVER. Every time I think I'm feeling better, my friend comes to visit and reminds me that I'm not. That's right folks, guess who's back, back again... Since about Friday, I had been planning on writing this super-optimistic post about how I had been feeling better this week. Still fatigued, but I really wasn'

I mean, we all will, eventually. Die, that is. The only things that are certain in life are death and taxes, right? And, of course, the fact that if you put two matching socks in the dryer at the same time, only one is coming out... But I digress. My point is that we're all dying, but death didn't take me this week, even though there were a few times when I thought it would. You see, Mother Nature is kind of a control freak. She doesn't really like to be messed with, even when what she's doing is making you feel terrible. So, now that I'm fighting Mother Nature, she's punching back. Right in the uterus. My friend came to visit AGAIN this week, which makes three times in the last six weeks. "You're getting good at that," my husband said. He's got jokes. So, while week three wasn't nearly as bad as week one, it wasn't as good as week two, which still wasn't great. Like I said, Mother Nature does not like to be effed with, and she i

I have officially been on the trial drug (pretty sure about the elagolix but still unsure about the add-back therapy) for two weeks now. I do feel better than I did last week, so maybe there's a chance the add-back therapy is real and not a placebo. Fingers crossed. Some of the fatigue has eased, though I still have more than usual, and I am not in as much pain as last week. So, basically, I'm almost back to my "normal." But since there's not much more to report on the trial front this week, I want to talk about medical marijuana and why Alabama continues to hold out on legalizing it. Now, before you bombard me with your "gateway drug" and "drugs are bad" comments, just please hear me out. Because I can promise you my current method of pain management is scary at best. As I said before—in my first post, I think—I have been living with endometriosis for over my half my life now. I cannot remember what life was like before I lived every day in

No, we're not breaking up. Just wanted you to know that if I haven't been myself this week—haven't responded to messages as quickly as usual, haven't been 100% present, haven't wanted to hang out, haven't been my normal bubbly self (HAHA)—it's not you, it's me. I have been on the trial meds for exactly one week now, and I have felt like complete garbage for about five of the last seven days. I took the first dose last Wednesday. On Saturday, I noticed that I was really fatigued—not just tired but completely exhausted. Like, remember when you were 21 and stayed out until 5:00 in the morning, then had to go to class or work at 8:00? That kind of tired but without the hangover and multiplied by 197. According to my calendar, I was due to start ovulating, so I chalked it up to that. Thanks to my friend Endo, ovulation is often worse than my actual period. But then, even though I just had my period two weeks ago, IT CAME AGAIN. Huzzah! So, that was Monday.