The Endo Times

So, this post is not really about endo—endo is not the main character, anyway—but, hey, it's my blog and I can do what I want. Anyway, this blog is about my life with endo and my life in the drug trial, and this particular post is about ME, so it's all relevant. Oh, hai. It's me.  ANYWAY... Instead of the normal endo doom and gloom, today I bringest thou good news: Remember that big scary test I was worried about last time? Wellll, I PASSED! After incessantly checking my email every, oh, 5 seconds for the past 2.5 weeks, I finally got my results. And. I. Passed. You are now talking to a Level 10 judge. In case you're not familiar with gymnastics, it's kind of a big deal. Be happy for me. Or not. It's your life. All that happiness aside, I do need to admit to you that I have some regrets about my trip to Providence (where I went for USA Gymnastics National Congress and also to take the test). I know people always say things like, "No regrets!&qu

If you read the title and automatically started singing the theme song for The Golden Girls in your head (bonus points for singing out loud), congratulations, you are my people. I'm happy to report that for the past few days, I have been able to answer "None" or "Mild" when my e-diary asks me how much endo pain I've had for the day. Which is a relief because most of the past 4-5 weeks have been absolutely horrendous, pain-wise. Even though I was at the beach for our epic annual Weaver-Clark Family Vacation (I'm making t-shirts next year, guys—consider yourselves warned), and then in Nashville for our big Posh convention, and then Dave and I went to the Kesha & Macklemore concert (AMAZING, btw), and now I'm traveling again (currently in the midst of a four-hour layover as I travel to Providence for USA Gymnastics National Congress), and it looked (looks?) like I am having a blast (not gonna lie, I was and am), I have also been pushing through