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...LET THERE BE BLOOD

That title says it all.  I am dramatic and I know it.  The next couple of weeks after my first blood results just meant more and more blood.  THANK GOD for all the tests they can run with our blood. Now if you know anything about blood tests, you've got to have multiple test ran on the same things to get a definite answer.  I had autoimmune disease blood work ran, cancer (yes I asked for this specifically due to WedMD) all my vitals, FSH, prolactin, estrogen, testosterone, LH, AMH, YOU NAME IT!  I made lots of friends the weeks I got my blood drawn: there was a lady from Russia who let me drink juice and lay back when she took my blood.  We were BFFs be the end of it.  Hope she found the organic mango juice at publix, HAH! (inside joke for me and my Russian BFF) I also made enemies with some other blood drawers whom said "Sweetie you don't need to lay down to get your blood drawn, you'll be fine." She was lucky I had somewhere to be after that so I had to try an

Doctor Visit Numero Uno

I passed out one time giving blood(for a routine blood test...two vials) and I SWEAR I went to heaven and sang in the choir with Jesus.  My husband heard them calling my name for like a minute and they had to get the actual doctor to come wake me up.  I was half out the chair and woke up with..pee..on me.  Definition of passed out cold.  Needless to say, my doctors all know me, and the nurses, receptionists, and I've usually made friend with the people in the waiting room . So here I was at the doctor's office.  My OBGYN to be exact.  I went straight to the source.  45 minutes later I walked out with a juicy juice(thank goodness they had some in the fridge there) and a bandage on my arm and a little pep in my step that it was all going to be a-okay.  Stress.  Did you know that stress is the #1 cause of chronic illness? I believe it.  Did you know people the ages of 18-33 are the most stressed individuals in the world.  Pretty sure I'm like top 5 in that group.  I have a b

The months before that missed period...

You know, if we really listen to our body we would realize things a lot more often.  And I don't mean listen to that fast heartbeat during that scary part of the movie which now means I am going into cardiac arrest at 24.  And I don't mean listen to that gut feeling you've got when you have had horrible diarrhea when you know good and well you drank too much and didn't eat right this past weekend.  And I DEFINITELY don't mean to listen to google, wed MD, or any other site that has all your symptoms listed under cancer, heart attack, diabetes, and serious MRSA infection in the body.  (GUILTY) This is what I mean when I say listen to the body.  Before my missed period in January I was sad for months.  Granted one may say I had some things to be sad about such as my miscarriage, seeing others celebrate their pregnancies, or(spoiler alert) Wes dying in "How to Get Away with Murder".  This, however, was an altogether different sadness that I seriously couldn&#