Quick Background for you Newbies:
I had a tubal back in November of 2007, and because of how gracious Pam has been to me all my menstrual life and ever since having my tubes tied the cycles have grown worse. Soooo,... I get to go on the birth control pill.
I really don't want to.
"So, then don't."
Okay, but then will YOU come to MY house and take care of MY kids while I cry on the floor in pain for a few days?
Didn't think so, so shut your yap.
- PULL THE UTERUS
- Exploratory Surgery
- Monthly prescriptions to Darvocet 40 count
- YAZ, the birth control
I know how the pill works, and for the time that I was on it, it didn't work. My cycles were completely off, and I got pregnant with Jackson. Hmmm, wouldn't that be fabulous if some how I get knocked up by the pill after having my tubes tied? Fat chance, but it was a funny thought.
So it's either live on pain medication or at least try the pill.
I'm growling because I know how bad the birth control pill is for my body in general. I know how much of a risk it is. The good thing is that I'm not a smoker so I have that going for me. The bad thing is that I'm one year less then 35, the age that most pill companies express concern over. You know the old, "If you are over the age of 35 you are more at risk...." side affect concerns?
I will say that my Gyne made a good point about quality of living, and lets face it when Pam shows her nasty self, the entire households quality of living goes down the tubes. Like my mother in law always says, "when mom's not happy, the entire house isn't happy." Let me tell you all how true that statement is! Sooooooooo true.
So, I agreed to try it. Try Yaz. Since starting it on the Sunday after my period started, I haven't stopped bleeding, my boobs suddenly look like I'm in my first trimester of pregnancy, (so great I'm now beyond a 36D), I'm bloated and I feel like I'm wearing an ass on my back that isn't clean.
But sadly, it's not half as bad as when Pam's around. So, I'm willing to try it for one month to see how effective it is, and then hope that some miracle will be discovered to help woman that don't want to depend on pain medication and birth control when all things herbal are just not working. Yes, I've tried the herbal supplements and darling Pam is still a bitch. It's that type A personality of hers, I guess.
I guess I should just make fun of it, like I do when things that I don't understand about me impact me in a not so positive stance. I laugh because of the obvious: I'm not able to have children anymore from a conventional standpoint, but, YIPPIE SKIPPY, I get to use contraceptive. For kicks maybe I should pick up some double ribbed condoms too...
The worst part about it all? I have been such a cry baby since started the pill. I cry at everything! The lump is constant and then the tears really fall. I'm thinking the BULL and BEAR (SNIPPETS!!) food joint is going to have to reserve a permanent place for Brian. I cry when I see a puppy walking with her new owners. I cry when I see a little boy getting off the bus and hurting his knee. I cry when I think of how my youngest nephew will be ONE on Friday. I cry when I picture Jackson and Sullivan leaving in June to go to Florida with my mother in law for a two week visit. I cry when I picture going to pick up Jackson and Sullivan in Florida after they've had a two week stint at Grandma and Grandpa's without their parents. I cry when Ben doesn't sleep through the night. I cry when he did (LAST NIGHT, and he slept in!). I cry when I see patients in the hospital all alone. I cry when I picture caring for these types of patients when I'm a nurse. I cry when Marina poops. I cry at the beauty of hearing birds sing in the morning because Spring is coming and I just spotted my tulips beginning to pop through earths dirt. Yet I don't cry if someone hurts my feelings, or if I am constipated. Or if I'm having an IBS moment, so go figure, maybe this YAZ is a good thing after all.
But, like I said, it still feels like I'm wearing a cleaner ass being on the pill versus when Pam arrives. So we'll just have to be patient. Something that I'm not good at. So I'm guessing that G-d tries his best to work his magic in every aspect of my life, including the parts about pro-creating.