I like pineapple—pineapple on pizza, in burgers, in fried rice, or just by itself. I LOVE pineapple, except for the fact that I have a really bad reaction every time I eat it. I even have mouth bleeding, and I wonder if it affects my internal organs too.
My blood test results came back clean under the name of pre-pregnancy screening, or prego planning. They checked various things including major STIs, immunization status, glucose, iron levels, etc. The only concern was iron deficiency. People say, “Oh, that’s normal, eat more beef,” but it doesn’t sound normal when I’m prescribed iron medication. It’s an orange/metal-flavoured syrup and tastes quite nice considering it’s the only syrup I can have now. Iron is absorbed best when taken with vitamin C. I think it’s working because I have a tummyache for 10 minutes after taking iron and vitamin C, and I burp and fart a lot afterward. It feels like something is happening in my stomach, similar to when I clean the kitchen sink drain with baking soda and vinegar, or when I clean chromehearts with foil and boiling water earlier this year. No wonder it hurts so bad.
But why the iron deficiency if I eat beef 2-3 days a week, sometimes 7 days (when L is here) a week? Maybe it’s the coffee, tea, milk, or all of these. Maybe I’m internally bleeding, or maybe I bleed more than normal people during my period. I don’t know. Fatigue, which I thought was from endometriosis, might be from anemia. I still nap every day, though.
I didn’t have any unusual period cramps! I believe it’s because:
- No more refined sugar, corn syrup, wheat, dairy, and eggs.
- Taking fuck tons of supplements.
- Or both having a synergistic effect.
I’m not sure if I want to live like this miserably, giving up one of the joys of life: eating. But the results are so dramatic that it makes me want to keep going:
- I don’t have any PMS symptoms, breakouts and my skin is glowing.
- My vision is so clear, almost like when you’re sobering from a mushroom trip—everything is sharp and defined.
- I poop more than Django, who goes once or twice a day.
The biggest joy is my skin. For the first time in my life, I don’t have any acne. My face looks more lively, and my lips are more of a normal color instead of grey or purple. Scalp pimples, which hurt so bad before my period, are all gone now.
So the hip pain got better ✅, constipation gone ✅, fatigue better ✅, period pain none ✅. The only thing I want to see improve is fertility: I think it’s better since I didn’t ovulate until day 13. Today is day 14, and hopefully, tomorrow my body temperature will give me a good sign. Ovulating on day 8 or 10 was too early and can mean an unripe(immature) egg. So, ovulating on day 14 sounds promising.
Since everything seems okay, I worked for the first time in 6 months last weekend. I was worried because I heard from grapevine that if a casual worker doesn’t work for more than 6 months, they are automatically considered unemployed1. I didn’t want to lose my gov.au email address. Despite my concerns, I didn’t ask for a shift and adopted an “it is what it is” mindset. Surprisingly, they called me first last week, asking if I could work on the weekend. Let’s be honest, government jobs and their worker ants are so messed up. They needed help because they have an audit coming this week, so they called in every possible worker to polish the place. Usually, a shift has a team of 4, but I saw at least 10 people on Sunday. I labeled every file and organized them by color. I cleaned the stock room and labeled it too, organized and cleaned desks and drawers, separated official documents and pamphlets, and put them in appropriate displays. I put pens in pen holders, scissors with glue, mopped the floor, and checked window frames for any broken pieces. This is the third audit I’ve prepared for, and every time I can’t help but think they wouldn’t need this if everyone labeled things properly and deep cleaned regularly in the first place. But no one cares because the government pays extra anyway. And they pay the auditors too, which is crazy. How is it called an audit when everything is planned and prepared for that day? It’s like preparing an artificial class2 for a parents visiting day. It’s so fucked up.
The ultrasound result says my left ovary is twice the size of my right one. It’s not uncommon, but it could be caused by inflammation. There are several mucus-filled cysts too, which could be the reason of the unusual ovary size. Maybe it’s endometriosis, but we won’t know until I do a laparoscopy—it’s like Schrödinger’s endometriosis. My GP asked if I wanted a referral to a specialist, but I said I’d see if it gets better since I have to see her again for another blood test for iron levels. Whoever told me, “Oh, LDT3 is good for some people who get bored easily. Since you don’t have the opportunity to see your partner regularly, you tend to value every moment together,” including my mom—I have to disagree. It’s torture. I don’t like it at all.
