Yesterday Edward and I both had the day completely off. He wasn’t working at Walmart and we had finished up the last of the transcription work mom had sent us and she won’t have more for us until after the weekend so we slept in a bit and relaxed for the early morning. We had decided a few days before that we were going to do our best to get the typing out of the way so that we had the weekend off from it. He still had to work today and tomorrow at Walmart but it gave us all day yesterday to do what we want. So we did.
I have been working a lot lately. Typing pretty much from the time I get up until an hour or two before bed. It’s tiring but we really needed to get the stuff out to the client. Mom, Edward and I have all been working on it. I enjoy typing but I find after a while of staring at the screen, listening to what they say and trying to get it all down, my mind is mush. My productivity really suffers and likely my quality as well. Mom proofs everything so I know she’ll catch any mistakes but still. I need to take more short breaks.
I was woken up on Saturday morning by a phone call at not quite 8 a.m. by my younger brother Denton. He really has no concept of time and wanted to tell me his good news. Apparently the day before when he was at his physiatrists office he finally after almost 25 years got a diagnosis. He’s on the Autism Spectrum. He was given an official Autism Spectrum Disorder diagnosis which we have been seeking out since he was about 3. The doctors suspected but for some reason would not settle on the diagnosis.
This was not really news to me. My parents, our family, my husband and I all suspected he was. We have other family members on the spectrum. I have a cousin with 5 kids under 10 and of them, 4 are somewhere on the Autism Spectrum. The father (my cousin) of the children has never been diagnosed himself but we all suspected as well and he was diagnosed with ADHD the same as my brother when he was younger. My Aunt was head of the Autism Society in Nova Scotia for a number of years. So we are very aware of Autism.
We had our first little geocaching adventure today! I just needed to get out. Still coughing or not I didn’t particularly care. I bundled up warm, took my inhalers, diabetes supplies, water, food and our geocaching kit we put together and went. Initially, we were actually going to drive this afternoon to Berwick (about an hour away) to get me checked out at the walk-in clinic there but my voice and cough have started to improve so we figured we’d give it another day or two and see how I feel on the weekend.
I just really needed to get out. 3 weeks of only leaving the house once or twice (to go to the hospital) and weeks before of rarely leaving have gotten to me and I’m really shack wacky to say the least! So I convinced Edward to go get some gas and pick up a few things at the dollar store, put together a little kit and some supplies and we headed out for a few hours. I’m pretty sure the fresh air did me some good!
I’m going to apologize in advance as this post may contain a little too much information. I admit sometimes I feel a little bit embarrassed or hesitant to talk about certain things, however that being said I feel it’s important to talk about women’s issues and health and it’s my blog and my life and what I’m going through so if you’re a bit squeamish, don’t like talking/reading about women’s health issues this post might not be for you. So don’t say I didn’t warn you
This is also going to be really long! So, I’m going to jump right in. As a teen, I had heavy, uncomfortable, painful periods that happened more often and lasted longer than most other girls my age. At 15, I suffered from numerous cysts on my ovaries that ruptured leaving me doubled over in pain, throwing up, feeling clammy with a high heart rate. I had numerous trips to the ER but luckily no surgery was ever needed. I was never diagnosed with PCOS but it was mentioned when I was younger.