To celebrate the end of fourteen months of PTTIPOS, (that’s Post Treatment, Tamoxifen Induced, Psychotic Ovarian Syndrome, here is a picture of the brilliant Dr Claudia’s winter boots.
When I asked her if I could photograph her leather for my blog, she said… “How very artistic of you!”
“Thank you Dr Claudia!” I blushed.
We felt it would be much less likely to traumatise than some GoPrOvary images of my cysts, endometriosis and pelvic adhesions.I’m not totally heartbroken though, as sometime next year Dr Claudia will remove my ovaries and fallopian tubes. So there will be future dates, err, I mean consults ahead.
*PTTIPOS has not yet been included in medical encylopedias. But I think it deserves a spot.
Equally riveting, just this week I was officially diagnosed with clinical depression, so it’s been quite productive. It’s taken a lot for me to finally get here. But I have arrived. Woo hoo!
Remember back in the day of junior school when the most difficult thing you had to deal with was when some pre-pubescent, pimply kid, you were crushing on actually liked your friend instead of you? Or your socks didn’t quite match your 1980’s flouro jumper? Remember the joy you felt when you danced to “Celebration” by Kool & The Gang? Remember when the cool teachers gave you wordfinds or crosswords at the end of the day instead of work? I loved that shit!
**Click on the crossword images to print. Answers can be published if anyone on this earth actually wants them. You’re welcome!