Diagnosis

I've blogged once before about my issues... my hormonal issues.  I diagnosed myself right after Lauren was born with Absolute Bitchiness and My Hormones Are Jacked Because I Had Too Many Damn Kids So Close Together Syndrome.  Apparently there is a real medical term for everything I've been dealing with and I wasn't all that far off.  It's called PMDD and it's real.  Like for reals, folks.  Honestly, I thought PMS was an excuse for girls to complain and bitch and be mean for a few days a month.  I had never experienced it so therefore it didn't exist (that's the Chris Peters way).  Then... well, then things changed.  Only I skipped over the whole PMS thing and went right into PMDD.  I know, all these acronyms!  PMDD stands for Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder.  It's like the granddaddy of PMS.  If you are a guy who is reading my blog, sorry if you think this is TMI.  It's actually not because chances are you're married or have a girlfriend.  She too may deal with something like this someday and instead of saying things that may make her cut off your d*ck during the night like, "It's in your head" or "Go workout, you'll feel better" or "You look like you feel fine", you may want to be a tiny bit educated.  I'm here to do that for you.  PMDD SUCKS.  Once you have it, you always have it, although treatment can make it better.  It's moods and pain and tenderness and craziness for about 4 days out of every month.  I'm sooo thankful that the depression part of it is not something I have experienced.  THANK GOD for that.  I have all the other symptoms, though.  My joints ache like I'm 90 with terrible arthritis.  It comes on rather suddenly and lasts for about 48 hours.  I'm talking about fingers and toes and shoulders and elbows and hips.  I will f*cking snatch someone bald if they look at me sideways if it happens to be the wrong moment.  No one is excluded from that, either.  And I can't help it.  I'm sore all over.  The apathy and lethargy are ridiculous.  I don't sleep and if you know me at all you know that sleep is n-e-v-e-r a problem for me.  Ok, so blah, blah, blah.  The reason I decided to discuss this lovely problem is because I had never heard of it before.  PMDD isn't all that rare (10% of all women) but I'd never heard of it.  And I'm not quick to accept a diagnosis and start medicating myself BUT there is no denying this is what is going on with me.  After months of being out of control and one doctor's visit that proved somewhat productive but then I got worse, I made another appointment and went in to plea with my Dr. that she had to make me better.  My poor children.  My poor husband.  It's just not fair that they have to suffer 4-6 days a month, too.

I have been on a regimen now for 4 weeks and I see some improvement and am hopeful that in the next 4 weeks I'll see even more.  My Dr. said that so many women who deal with this stuff just deal with it.  They think it's normal or part of getting older or it's just what happens after you have kids or whatever.  It's NOT.  I would urge anyone who is not feeling normal to go be seen.  There is help out there.  There are drugs out there!  You can reclaim your life.  But guys, if your wife is just being bitchy, please don't suggest she may have PMDD.  'Cause if she really does, she may just cut your d*ck off.  I'm not even kidding.

*If you're avoiding doing work and want something else to do, you can click here to read a bit about PMDD.  It's for real, yo.