Product description of an electric heating pad: “enjoy gentle warmth”
WRONG. I want my pelvis to feel like it’s bathing in the firey pits of hell. My ovaries should think they’re traversing the surface of sun. I should be cauterised at the ribs and thighs. Get this weak sauce “gentle warmth” away from me, I require a flame thrower.
Breaking news! Chronically fully sick artist needs fully sick surgery (again lol)
Once upon a time, there was a woman whose body liked to collect medical maladies like an over-enthusiastic Pokemon Trainer. Its favourite of these conditions? ENDOMETRIOSIS! The Jason Voorhees of diagnoses, if you will.
(This is the face of an endo-factory, Bella)
My endo journey is a long and sordid affair (that even got me published in the Guardian once - fun!) but the TL/DR of it is I'm once more looking down the barrel of a surgery that's going to take a sledge hammer to my already emaciated finances.
That's where this post (and the associated link) comes in. I'm opening up art commissions + throwing a donation link into the mix to try and make my bank balance not be as sad at me as I deal with this latest health debacle.
So like... click through to my site? If you're in a position to help?Maybe? Please and thanks? ✌️
(If you know the deal, you can skip to the TL/DR) Once upon a time, there was a woman whose body liked to collect medical maladies like an o
Between the endo regrowth tenacity and my ever-expanding collection of obscure medication side effects I should probably be studied in a lab or something
No one ever tells you chronic health conditions flock together like particularly shitty birds.
Sometimes one will be set off by the meds of another. Sometimes the way you move to accommodate one condition will flare up or even create a new problem altogether. Sometimes they’re just bros - inviting every one of their crappy friends to the BBQ.
Often, it’s like playing whack-a-mole with symptoms - trying to prioritise the worst ones while knowing there’s every chance one of the smaller issues is the key to fixing the one you’re currently focused on. But you can’t approach things holistically because every specialist is… well, a specialist and trying to find a GP who’s a) available b) accessible c) competent and d) not burnt out is like stumbling upon a unicorn.
(And this isn’t even taking the horrific expense of all this into account.)
Anyway, this has been your random text post from a human on the internet who can’t sleep because yet ANOTHER ovarian cyst just burst inside her.
Receptionist: “The doctor’s just a few minutes behind”
Well.
It’s been so amazing knowing you all but the time has come - you have to move on without me. I live in this waiting room now. I’m already eyeing off the corner table for firewood and I’ve made a pact with one of my fellow patients to eat the third when the time comes (she looks the tastiest).
I love you all! Think of me whenever you buy a round you definitely can’t afford. 🫡
I’ve lapsed back into chronic pain a few times over the last decade and it just…never gets easier. In fact I’d say it gets harder. It’s like all the weight of the previous years of pain come back as well, particularly when it’s pelvic pain.
I’m having a goddamn trauma response ON TOP of my ovary potentially trying to kill me and I’m just…real, real tired, y’all.