I really like the birth control I am on-- it makes life predictable. When I was heavy it never occurred to me that I would need birth control, who would have sex with me. I also wasn't having my period regularly. I was diagnosed with PCOS in the fall 1997 and told to lose some weight. I didn't listen and things got worse before they got better. I think in 1999 I had my period twice. Seriously.
That's all a memory now and lucky for me the ring is about as regular as you can get. No more second guessing my irritableness. Makes it easier to identify and move on. Which I am trying my best today. My patience is pretty thin because I am in so much pain. I see my PCP on Friday now. We will be chatting about my knee. I am over the orthopedics guy for the moment. My knee s a big ball of raw pain. Oh, and stiff. I hate the stiffness.
I went for a ride this morning. I was hoping to hit the bike trail but ended up ferrying a forgotten witness binder DT instead. Worked out some of the kinks, physically anyways.