This time last year I was laying bum up on a folding beach chair in the heart of Caribbean frantically trying to catch my anxious breath. Head spinning, heart palpitating, dehydrated and drunk, sad and broken. Alcohol usually helps with anxiety... but that was a big one, the one you can't wash down with a Cuba Libre.
My friends we leisurely laughing about something, creating a soothing background noise for my frantic thoughts, while on the foreground my mind kept recycling sentences exactly as they were delivered to me, nonchalantly by my family doctor in his office just a few days prior: "....estrogen off-the-chart low...", "...you're like a post-menopausal woman...", "...basically you're not ovulating at all...".
My gosh, way to deliver the news! Just shoot the woman in the womb while you're at it and let her bleed to death slowly. This was followed by a suggestion of going on the contraceptive pill for three months! A cherry on top of an already wounded female soul. Who goes on the pill when they are trying to conceive? How did modern medicine even get this ground-breaking idea? Hold on, did I hear that properly? I did.
My anger was rising, as was BBT under the mid-afternoon Caribbean sun. I loudly finished my drink and fell asleep. Away from reality.
My friends we leisurely laughing about something, creating a soothing background noise for my frantic thoughts, while on the foreground my mind kept recycling sentences exactly as they were delivered to me, nonchalantly by my family doctor in his office just a few days prior: "....estrogen off-the-chart low...", "...you're like a post-menopausal woman...", "...basically you're not ovulating at all...".
My gosh, way to deliver the news! Just shoot the woman in the womb while you're at it and let her bleed to death slowly. This was followed by a suggestion of going on the contraceptive pill for three months! A cherry on top of an already wounded female soul. Who goes on the pill when they are trying to conceive? How did modern medicine even get this ground-breaking idea? Hold on, did I hear that properly? I did.
My anger was rising, as was BBT under the mid-afternoon Caribbean sun. I loudly finished my drink and fell asleep. Away from reality.
