The Endo Times

Did you read the title? Are you singing with me? Hi, you’re my people. Anyway, let’s get down to business. I know it’s been a while since my last post—it’s been a crazy whirlwind of recovering from the excision surgery and presacral neurectomy (or PSN, which is much easier), trying to finish this master’s degree (two months left!), working full-time and traveling for said job, running my side biz, AND judging... Whew. But since today begins Endometriosis Awareness Month, I thought it would be a good time to let you know what’s been going and also remind you that March is Endometriosis Awareness Month! 💛 So, my surgery went well. According to my doctor, there was a lot more damage than he expected. He went well over the time he had allotted for the surgery: He originally set aside two hours for it but told Dave he didn’t think it would take more than an hour, hour and a half, tops. It ended up taking three. But he did a really thorough job. He removed endo from under my ovaries, be...

That gem of a quote was provided by Dave the other day while we were walking around the lake. We came to some geese standing on the walking path, and as I was reminding Dave about the demon geese at the Riverwalk that chase me when I'm running, I discretely made my way to his other side, so as not to be close to the geese. "Did you really just do that?" he asked me. "If they chase you, all you have to do is punch them. I've punched a goose before." Literally almost died laughing. I'm laughing again thinking about it now. ANYWAY, that's not really what today's post is about, but I got a good laugh out of it, and I was hoping you would, too. I ain't tryin' to mess with you, dude. Dave's story about punching a goose may not be what today's post is about, but it did get me thinking about comfort zones—in that case, my comfort zone being avoiding the geese rather than standing up to them (though I just don't know about punchin...

What question , you ask? That one. The one that seems harmless but really has the potential for awkward and disastrous results. So, this week, I was at a conference for work. At this conference, I was responsible for coordinating a dinner for several of our clients (which went smashingly, thanks for asking). Why is this relevant? Because it means that I met a lot of people this week. Meeting people is always awkward for me because I'm an introvert by nature (not 'cause I hate ya 😆) and because I don't have children. I don't know why this is, but anytime I meet someone, one of the first questions I am asked is, "Do you have kids?" And, I know, so what? It's meant to be a casual icebreaker, something to talk about with a person you just met. And because I'm a woman in my mid-thirties, obviously, I have children and obviously I want to talk about them, right? Wrong. I know "Do you have kids?" seems like a harmless icebreaker, but I have...