That Was A Rough Wave…

…of long COVID.

Symptoms ebb and flow. This week was a resurgence of them all. My taste went wonky again (this is a new recurring symptom). I tested several times to ensure it wasn’t just COVID again – negative. Then fatigue and muscle fatigue especially set in. Then I felt kind of better for day…which is when the GI issues set in. Couldn’t be far from a restroom yesterday. It was instant and painful GI symptoms all fucking day long. Did lose a few pounds in a day though. The feeling of being simultaneously hungry and sick is one I am ready to not have anymore. So once again with feeling – fuck you long covid, fuck you.

How Long Can This Possibly Last…

…the stomach issues brought on by COVID.

I have no had stomach issues since April. I am no stranger to stomach issues – been most of my life. But this has turned to the most consistent, chronic issue. It will give a break every once in awhile but always seems to return. I am starving – take three bites – and nauseatingly not hungry. Like can’t put another bite in my mouth. What I do manage to get down give me digestive distress most of the time. Maybe it’s what I am eating as well – maybe it’s age. But my biggest link is COVID linger symptom. Which I am pretty sure no one can really do anything about. So I suppose just to live with it it my choice. I have small snacks – which isn’t that different then I always ate. But the starving feeling turns quickly to overwhelmingly full. It’s not the worst problem but it’s annoying.

Wow with the Fatigue…

…leftover from the COVID.

Yesterday was Brian Fog – which is slightly better today. But the Fatigue is SUPER real today. I took the cooler over to my volunteers like .35 miles away and JESUS. I had to take a break before walking back. The simplest things just physically wear me out. I am trying my hardest to push through it and it’s just not happening. Well it is happening but real slowly. This has been your COVID lingering symptoms update for today.

PCOS – P.retty C.learly O.vershadowing S.hit…

…oh what that’s wrong. Polycystic ovary syndrome. Let’s talk about it.

My impending OBGYN appointment to talk about my side effects of PCOS today got me thinking about my life with PCOS and all it’s complications in setting my own p(e)ace. At the age of 15 I developed crazy pain and wound up with a series of tests in the ER (one ended in hands in places I had never experienced – all legit just terrible). The next day and a CT scan later I found out I had PCOS and got to the to the OBGYN.

I wasn’t thrilled and it only got worse at 15. I went into the doctor and after telling them that I wasn’t sexually active three separate times they still didn’t believe me. They treated me like a liar and continued the exam. She was NOT gentle in any manor; it was rough and painful. No one told me what to expect before insert things in my body then exclaiming ‘Oh you are virgin!’

Since this fun first experience my least favorite symptoms have been hair in crazy places and weight issues. I realize this is nothing in the grand scheme of things but it’s not real fun to yoyo in weight and have random hairs pop out of my face.

Hormone swings are by far the worst. Imagine feeling off without being able to explain why. The people in your life tell you how bad you are acting but trust me it isn’t half as bad as it feels. You try to explain it but they brush it off as if it’s an excuse they don’t quite believe so you stop explaining it to people. If you can’t talk about that how do you talk about potential challenges with fertility. I am not even sure I want kids – if I do I want to adopt them – but worrying it might not be a possibility is a whole new feeling and worry about letting a future partner down potentially. I suppose it doesn’t do any good to worry but worry is a side effect.

That brings me to my latest symptom – a three week period. So I am going in today to hopefully get adjusted or find a cyst to get rid of.

I know PCOS is fairly common. If you need someone to talk to about it that will listen, I am here.