I knew something was strange every time I laughed or tried to do a sumo deadlift and tinkled myself. I knew something was strange when I felt like I had to urinate faithfully around the clock. I knew something was strange when I suddenly started to experience pain during intercourse. In the morning upon waking, there’s a dull pain in the center of my stomach that stretches deep into my pelvis. It plants itself there like a kentia palm. At the same time, the mid-lower back pain stretches out to the side wrapping itself around my lat, not to mention the top of my buttocks and hips.
It took years to understand what the hell was going on with me. Why I felt completely exhausted after sleeping 8 hours? Why my moods were shifting quicker than I could say bipolarism? Why its been so easy to abandon my fitness goals and sessions? Why did I feel like I was trying to walk through brain farts daily? Why all this pain?
Thankfully a visit to the handsomest urologist gave me his recommendation to see his friend who’s also a urologist but deals with women’s sexual health. It was there where I was greeted by a real life perky sitcom character Karen Walker. She checked out my vulva, took my urine through a catheter on the spot (with my permission of course) and complimented me on my Kegel. Then she said, “You have Pelvic Floor Dysfunction. Don’t worry. It’s fixable!” I was prescribed a physical therapist who specializes in PFD. Also, testosterone gel, which is made by a chemist (therefore making it extra tailored and super expensive) for my vulva.
Coupled this PFD along with my growing fibroids (which I was told to ignore if they don’t grow) and it’s no wonder why I’ve been wanting to pull my hair out of my goddamn head for so long. My fibroids have grown to the point where they have taken my uterus out of its place and is now sitting behind my bellybutton. The clusters of fibroids have enlarged my uterus making my stomach protrude. On my medical record it states that my fibroids are well into 14-16-week pregnancy. So, I’ll see a surgeon next month. God willing.
Well, for the longest time, I thought I was secretly dying. Turns out, at least for the moment, I’ve been on a tumultuous ride with hormones. Keeping a positive outlook has been extremely challenging. I can’t tell you how long I felt hopeless and completely isolated from the rest of the world. Of course, I kept praying for answers, for guidance and for the right doctors to come in my path, so I can get the ball rolling. My prayers have been answered. Things are rolling. I’m finally not holding my breath anymore.
I’m moving forward with new breath within me.