Thursday, 29 March 2012

10 Things My Stupid Doctor Said...

The following blog post contains strong language, graphic violence, nudity, adult situations & scenes of a sexual nature.  
That's a lie, but I do say cunt. A lot

It's unlike me to come out of the GP office in a rage (scoff), but today was just ONE O'THEM DAYS.
Here's what my doctor said...

  1. There are only 2 ways to properly lose weight; (1) Surgery *insert fake lipo sound* or (2) Starvation. Cunt.
  2. Calories make you put on weight (true). So steer clear of fruit because it's just sugar and water. You heard it here first, fruit is the devil.
  3. Ovaries are like men's testicles, they don't like to be squeezed *insert creepy glint in eyes*. I never want to talk about testicles with my overweight, 60 year old German GP. Ever.
  4. To lose weight you have to be hungry. When you're hungry, wait 2 hours and you won't be hungry anymore. Because you're unconscious or dead.
  5. Buy organic sunflower bread. Take out 1 slice, cut it in half. 1 half is breakfast, 1 half is lunch. (Maybe he should patent this recipe, specially designed for prospective anorexics...)
  6. It's OK to feel aggressive, faint, headachey & weak. It's all part of the losing weight process. And this is healthy to be feeling that way whilst taking care of a 19 month old???
  7. I must be having problems due to recessive genes. And should be grateful I don't have red hair and lots of freckles (or even worse...asthma!). I kid you not.
  8. When you're in pain, take Ibuprofen. Sorry, you complete CUNT, but what about when the pain has caused you to faint??
  9. If you eat a plate of white bread and chocolate, no amount of running will make you thin. I don't eat either, but thanks for this insightful piece of information
  10. Come back in a month and we'll see how you are. AHAHAHA worst one of all, coz in a month I'll come back and you'll still be a cunt and you'll still do nothing to help me.

So you see, ladies and gentlemen, today I've been given just a load of bollocks (unsqueezed, because apparently they don't like that...). Thanks Doc, for making wait yet another MONTH before you'll consider referring me to a gyno. 

End of post, I'm off to starve myself....


Oh and the lesson we've learnt?
Take a Dictaphone into the docs office with you, so you can record them being an idiot. It's a lot easier than trying to remember it after you've smashed your head onto a desk SEVERAL times. 

Monday, 26 March 2012

The Great Depression


 After I had Zac, I was so annoyed with everything. I hated the sound of him crying, so I dealt with him 24/7. I didn’t like to put him down to make a cup of tea, or fold the washing, or cook some lunch. I hated letting other people deal with him because he would end up crying and I would need to take over. Apparently this isn’t normal, which I don’t understand, because I carried him for 9 months and then gave birth to him over the course of a long 36 hour labour. He was mine, but APPARENTLY I should have revelled in some free time and left him (and the odd visitor) to it.

I still don’t understand that. But nevertheless, I was bundled off to the doctor and diagnosed with Post Natal Depression. I don’t believe for a minute I had “depression”, mostly because I don’t really believe that “depression” is something that can be so quickly diagnosed. I believe it is more often than not, a symptom of another ongoing medical issue. In hindsight, I believe that my “depression” was a symptom of the imbalance of hormones caused by my PCOs. GPs are inherent pill pushers, and after you’ve had a baby (especially) it is very easy for them to tell you that you’ve got PND, give you some tablets and send you on your way.
I do believe that depression is real, “People expect that having a baby is going to be a source of happiness, and of course it is, and should be. But, as a new mother, you may be very far from feeling this straight away, and this can bring with it huge anxiety. You may go through a short period of feeling emotional and tearful, which may be brief and manageable (the 'baby blues'), or you may develop deeper and longer-term depression (postnatal depression). Very rarely, a new mother may experience an extremely severe form of depression, known as puerperal psychosis” (mind.org.uk)

But it could also be something else, which I need to explain (before you all kill me for being an insensitive bitch, which I’m really really not!! Just slightly bitter....)....

anti depressants can act as a security blanket; you know you’re taking them so you know you’re alright. But imagine if someone swapped those tablets for a sweetener, and you’re completely unaware of it, so you keep taking them for a week. How would you feel? Would everything still be the same? Would you still have your “up” days and “down” days? I think yes. If the anti depressants worked, and were doing the right thing, you wouldn’t have any up days or down days. Really you should just have “days”, because they SHOULD be balancing out any issue in your brain. Why would it be different from one day to the next? Unless...... it isn’t actually an issue in your brain to begin with. You shouldn’t have troughs and peaks in your mood, the depressants should stabilise it, shouldn’t they? I had this issue, which made me question whether the depressants were really working.
Hormones/having a baby/breastfeeding, all of these things are a reason that you suffer with a “depression”. But maybe you’re not depressed, you just need help jiggling around with your hormones. Making sure you’ve got all the right vitamins and minerals (How are your vitamin D levels doing lately??). If you’re breastfeeding, imagine all of the vits and mins you’re losing every single feed.  It’s the same as being pregnant, but when you’re pregnant your mood swings are excused by the fact you’re having a baby. Oh look, here’s a little link about depression caused by the milk let down during breastfeeding CLICK ME

But then when you have the baby people expect you to be “normal”. But you’re not going to be “normal” if things within your body still aren’t “normal”. “it's possible that underlying hormonal factors contribute to both breastfeeding issues and depression”  (Reuters 2011)

This might not be solid science. And it doesn’t mean that I think all my friends or anyone that has been diagnosed with PND are liars or anything. I just think that there’s something MORE to it than to just give you a tablet. I’ve had this, I know how it feels. Tablets didn’t change me, I realised  that I need help with my hormones, and I have come to terms with the irrational feelings, I’ve become more tuned in with my body and I know when I’m about to lose it.

Ladies, when you’re about to have your period you have probably a week of PMT. Wild mood swings, crying, binge eating (maybe not everyone, or every symptom, but it’s there!). How do we excuse this? “PMT, it’s my hormones”. This isn’t depression, this is one week every single month where you’re moody, snapping at your husband, just wanna eat chocolate, you feel down. ALL of these things are what we link to depression, and you feel them that week. Then they go, because your hormones are regulated again. Seems like such an obvious link between hormones and mood swings, but’s just accepted and ignored a bit. But it shows that it’s a lack of a certain hormone, or too much of another hormone that messes your moods up.
Doctors are pill pushers. They might be missing stuff out. They did with me. For 18 months I was told I had PND, and my actual illness was overlooked and not dealt with. This had a HUGE impact on the way I dealt with my son, my relationship with his father, and my relationship with my family. This is the same for my best friend. She was diagnosed with “depression” (no baby). Her thyroid condition was completely missed. Her collapsed veins were completely missed. For many years. It’s scary really. And oh look, here’s a link explaining all about hormones, depression and thyroid....CLICK ME TOO

So please, take a look at what else could be happening with your body. Has your thyroid been looked at? Are you eating the right things? Don’t settle for a diagnosis of PND, dig deeper. And if you believe you ARE depressed, why not try some CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy). These anti-depressant tablets are bad news. What other options have you got? I could have taken mine for a long,long time, but I’m lucky enough to have found a true diagnosis- PCOs, and it’s a horrible thing to have, but I’m so glad not to be piling crap into my body that it doesn’t need.

You’re not a bad mum for being upset, or getting frustrated with your baby. And I’m certainly not patronising anyone, just don’t want people’s expectations to be too high. You’ve had a kid, your hormones are everywhere, you’re sleep deprived, your life is totally different to how it was a year ago. Don’t you think it is completely normal and expected to feel a bit weird?

Aren’t some of these things like the same feeling as when your period is due and you’re shouting at hubby because he coughed during corrie?

Insist on having a blood test. Get everything looked at. Do you want to become dependent on a tablet? Especially if you don’t know if it’s 100% the right thing.

I don’t want to offend anyone by saying I don’t believe in depression. I know how you feel. I just hate slapping a label on it “PND”, everyone nodding their head in sympathy and thanking god you’re on your antidepressants. Because while that’s all going on, you’re still having bad days, still secretly crying at the telly, feeling angry and frustrated with the baby when it won’t take a nap. And that isn’t good enough, not for me or my friends or anyone.

I had PCOs, not PND. And I just don’t want anyone else to have a condition overlooked because the doctor has told you that it’s depression.

Before I finish, however, I do want to urge women who aren’t feeling 100% to go to the doctors. There are some really scary things that happen when you are feeling depressed. I would never dimiss this.Thoughts about death, especially, can be very frightening, and may make you feel as if you are going mad or completely out of control. You may be afraid to tell anyone about these feelings. It's important to realise that having these thoughts doesn't mean that you are actually going to harm yourself or your children, although this does happen very occasionally. YOU MUST SEE YOUR GP, SPEAK TO FAMILY/FRIENDS, OR YOUR HEALTH VISITOR.VERY IMPORTANT

Lesson we learnt?
Maybe there’s another answer....

Things to look at...

Monday, 19 March 2012

And so peaceful until...



You get a period! After a few months of not having one, 2 weeks after my diagnosis, Aunt Flo has come to town. And boy is she in a bad mood!! Not really going to speak in great deal about this, but I'm sure anyone with dodgy ovaries will agree that these visits make themselves....known.....

I’m not sure where this has come from, it’s possible that by gradually weaning myself onto the low GI diet I‘m already regulating my body somewhat. It could also be just a sorry coincidence. It would be interesting to know whether I ovulated this month (Aunt Flo can come even though there isn’t an egg, don’t ya know.) This may also be what the "large cyst" on my left ovary was. Maybe a maturing egg that was actually released. Whatever it was, I'm glad it'll be gone in 4-6 days time!! 

Have been feeling less inspired since my visit to the dud doctor. There has been a lot of support on my blog & my twitter which is so lovely to read. I’ve booked an appointment with another GP (that’ll be the 3rd GP in 6 months, I’m a medical whore). A lovely lady suggested getting a test to see if I am insulin resistant. I guess this is all about my glucose levels, which is probably why the low GI diet is helpful too. So I’ll get this test, see the nice doctor and HOPE for some more help.

If this fails, I’ll try again. The worst part about this is having to see the horrible receptionists. Why do they always stare like they are judging you? Clipping around like a horse in their stupid heels. Our receptionists are the devil spawn. I’m sure there are lovely doctor’s receptionists out there. I feel so uncomfortable signing in with their eyes burning into the back of my neck like I’m wasting their time. I’m paying ya bills wimmin!!
My abdominal pain is getting worse, or maybe I’m noticing it more. Either way, I can’t live with it much longer!

Another friend of mine has been inspired by this blog to go to the doctors and get some help. She's had a blood test for PCOs and it looks likely that she has been suffering in silence too.

Lesson we've learnt..
Getting knocked down 7 times means you pick yourself up 8 times.

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Please mind the gap...




....In our GP’s knowledge about common illnesses.

(As a side note, I’d like to say that I am very dedicated to making this blog about positive experiences and to help women in the same/similar situations. But today I’ve pretty much had a blow to the skull, so you’ll have to excuse this rant.)

I had my GP appointment today. Let the disappointment commence. First, she looked at my blood results from last month, and told me that they were borderline. This means that it is POSSIBLE I have an abnormality. We already established this during my physical examination, but apparently that can be overlooked.

Dr Mc-Angel-now-Bitch, proceeded to read me the letter from the ultrasound tech. Ah yes, it would appear that I do have polycystic ovaries. Shocker. But still, my bloods are “borderline”, she kept saying that over and over again like the actual cysts on my ovaries didn’t matter.
We had a little chat about where to go from here. She won’t refer me for another scan because she doesn’t consider the cyst on my left ovary as “large”, despite concerns made clear by the ultrasound tech. So I just have to hope that this cyst doesn’t continue to grow and end up bursting inside me.
I spoke to her about my abdominal pain, but she said that paracetamol can often help (!!!) and that it is an unfortunate side effect of my syndrome. Apparently there isn’t much else she can do about that. I got the same response regarding my weight & excess facial hair. It’s just something I’m going to have to live with, like we can all take these clearly abnormal physical issues in our stride. And that doesn’t include what it does to me mentally.

The next issue is that I don’t ovulate. Her answer was to put me on a contraceptive pill, which will give me a “bleed” every 4 weeks. I wasn’t born yesterday, doc. I know that this bleed will not be a result of my body releasing an egg, which won’t be fertilised and give me a natural period. This bleed will be a “fake” bleed, brought on by the hormones from the pill. I feel as though I’ve been completely fobbed off with this pill that will do nothing except MASK some of the symptoms of the illness, but not actually fix the problem.  Let me be clear, I don’t expect someone to miraculously cure me of this illness, but I would like a little bit more help than to be given the Pill. It is a pill with testosterone in it, and that does not make sense to me. Why would I pile something into my body that I already have too much of?!

My fertility isn’t really an issue for the doctor because I already have a child. I can understand this. There are a lot of women that are desperate for a child and are not yet lucky enough to have one. I am grateful for my son every single day. HOWEVER, I just want them to acknowledge that perhaps I’ll require a few months of Clomid if I want to conceive again. To be disregarded for any future assistance because at 21 I had a child seems ridiculous to me.

If there is anyone out there that has any ideas about where I go from here, please help. A little bit lost at the mo... xxx

Lesson we’ve learnt
Unfortunately, I think that GPs are not given enough information, or enough time to deal with every single patient effectively. The NHS is a free service, but for me to get some proper help with my illness I’d have to go private (which we cannot afford!).
The best person to deal with your health is YOU. I’m not in the position to pay for private healthcare but if you are having the same kind of problems with hitting dead ends with doctors, PLEASE look into finding a decent specialist in your area and pay for a private consultation.
My best friend has been through SO many difficulties with GPs (her problem is thyroid related) and she was forced into going private and spending so much money just so that she was able to get out of bed in the morning. I’m going to ask her to guest post on this blog to give you all a bit more info into her life & story, but if you can give a few minutes please check out her blog for more details.

Monday, 12 March 2012

G.I Blues


After my diagnosis, I started intensely researching on the Internet. I was looking for things that will help me ovulate, balance my hormone levels etc. I popped on to a forum that I frequently use (shout out to the Gentle Mothers!) and told them my story, and a few suggested that a low GI diet is meant to help.
A diet? AGAIN?! That would be my 5th diet in 3 months. Although this time it would be for health reasons rather than to lose weight. So I started to research and I came across this site, which put everything I needed to know on one page. 

The diet doesn’t seem too bad, it’s basically cutting back carbs (booo!), and adding things such as lentils & pulses into my meals (boooo, hisssss!!). But it’s not THAT drastic. We already eat pretty well, I make sure that we have at least “5 a day”, often more. My son is a fruit monster so there is always plenty of fresh fruit lying around the house (literally, and often half eaten, but it still counts!).
I started meal planning; when I do chicken and pasta, I’ll just have the chicken and veg without the pasta. It’s all very straight forward. And then I had an epiphany.
 Back when I was young & reckless, I had a long-term boyfriend. This is the first and last time he’ll be mentioned, I promise. Anyway, we were together for almost 4 years & frequently had unprotected sex (sorry mum!!). I never fell pregnant, not once. We lived together and I’d cook all the dinners; spag bol, lasagna, jacket potatoes. It was all loaded with carbs. When we split, I was taken into hospital (totally unrelated actually), I had really bad abdominal pains and was nil-by-mouth for a week before they diagnosed me with a grumbling appendix. I lost about a stone in that week, and I felt great. So when I got out, my best friend and I went on a health kick. I wanted to be really slim and healthy. We cut carbs, went to the gym, and generally were as good as we possibly could be with our eating habits (I promise, this story has a point!).  We would sometimes bung fish fingers in the oven, but 6 days of the week we would have protein and veg with not a lot else. We wouldn’t eat sweets, or have a lot of sugar with our drinks. Looking back, I have realised that we were on an accidental low GI diet (see, told ya there was a point!).

This health kick/diet went on for a few months. Over this time, I “reconnected” with a guy I’d fancied a LOT during the years of Uni. Our 3rd year had started, we all worked at the same club, and very quickly this relationship.....blossomed. My Luke. 2 weeks into our relationship I fell pregnant.
Was this diet related?? Was PCOs something I’d had for a long time??
I think that the abdominal pain that I went to hospital for was my ovaries, not my appendix. Since I was about 18, I’ve had this pain. It’s possible that it was cysts growing in my right ovary. That would explain how I never fell pregnant during the 4 years of unprotected sex. And how quickly I fell pregnant after being on a Low GI Diet.

I’m sorry if this post is a bit mish-mashed. It’s all a bit confusing but I may have found an answer. No, I can’t cure polycystic ovarian syndrome, but I sure as HELL can spread the word about this diet. I’m going to give it another go, not to fall pregnant, but to see if it changes my symptoms.
Anyone that’s reading this that suffers, maybe it’s worth a try?

LESSON WE’VE LEARNT:
Diets aren’t always great for getting skinny.

Thursday, 8 March 2012

The Scan(dal)


OH THAT’S WHERE MY MARBLES HAVE BEEN HIDING.

After months of being told that all my symptoms were pretty much “in my head”, when the day of my scan came I was really nervous. Nervous that it would mean another rejection, the disappointment of not having any answers. I half expected to come out of  the scan having to lie to my family so they didn’t have me institutionalised. “There’s nothing wrong? The girl has gone crazy!” I even considered phoning to cancel. 

Fortunately/Unfortunately this was not the case. I do love being right. It’s just a shame that I was right about having a medical problem. Huff.

Because being a woman is SO much fun, the ultrasound technician suggested I had an internal scan, so she could see things more clearly. I don’t really feel shy about this sort of thing anymore; I was too busy deciding if I’d go full on naked or try and do the 1 leg out of the knicker removal trick. After nearly tripping and killing myself, I went naked. The best part is when the lady said “here’s your dignity cloth”, which happens to be a long bit of blue roll. Dignity? Yep, I left that outside with my handbag. Still, I’d rather have an internal than go to the dentist *ultimate fear*

I asked to have a look at the screen as she did the scan. My right ovary certainly did look like a bag of marbles.

I think it’s really important that you understand what they’re looking at, and make sure you ask lots of questions! Is it in both ovaries? How severe does it look? Is my uterus healthy? (to think of just a few...). These are important things that you have the right to know! Don’t be shy, don’t leave the hospital wishing that you had more information. You’re not wasting anyone’s time by taking an interest in your own health.

Lesson we’ve learnt?
TAKE CONTROL. ASK QUESTIONS.
(also, always make sure your bikini line is in tip top condition, just in case ;) )

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

The Starting Line...



Ok, I’m going to start this blog with a little background info. My name is Ali & I’m 22. I graduated with a literature and politics degree in 2010, whilst 7 months pregnant with my beautiful son, Zachary. I live with him & his daddy (my fiancĂ©) Luke.
My ramblings here aren’t really going to be about Zac and Luke, however. Today I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovaries. PCOS
I decided to blog firstly because, well why the heck not? Everyone does it! And secondly, I felt like I needed a place to document all my thoughts and experiences, because I have a feeling this is going to be a long road ahead, and my mum will only listen for so long. (Sorry mum, but you’re a busy woman!)

I have had the signs for a long time:
·        * Irregular periods
·         *Abdominal pain
·         *Weight gain
·         *Increased facial hair (no, I don’t look like a yeti....yet)
So why have I just been diagnosed? Well, 18 months ago I gave birth. For the first 6 months post-partum it’s pretty easy to blame all these things on your body “adjusting” from pregnancy. Ok, the next 6 months, well my body was maybe taking a bit longer than everyone else’s seemed to. But something really wasn’t right, so I trusted my instincts and bundled myself off to the doctors for a blood test.

The results?? Normal.
Mr Doctor wouldn’t do anything after that. “Your bloods are normal so please stop bothering me and go and eat some salad” (I may be para-phrasing slightly there). So the months went on, and I decided to go back to my GP. This time I saw a female doctor, Dr McAngel (we’ll call her) and she gave me another blood test. She also suggested that I go for a scan just in case.
The blood results?? Normal
The scan results?? Polycystic ovaries


Lesson we’ve learnt:
You cannot always simply rely on the results of a blood test.
You can ALWAYS rely on your instincts. Remember, it’s your body, not a text book.