And so I slink back into the deserted blogosphere with the utterly inconsequential findings from my blood tests of the previous month.
In conclusion, then, I do not have PCOS. In the words of the Hairy Toed Lady’s sister, “I’m just spotty, hairy and overweight.”
So enough of this repellant and grotesque self-loathing. Already. I have decided to turn a new leaf, so to speak. Prepare yourselves for the new and improved.
And so I crawl back to the deserted wasteland of my lonely, bitter blog, to report on my short-lived progress, and ensuing series of setbacks, since my last visit.
Unwilling to refresh my memory with a quick foray into previous posts, this will undoubtedly sound confusing if not completely schizophrenic, but here goes, as they say, here goes…
A brief experiment with the G.I. diet showed promising results, however the diet was inadvertently abandoned a couple of weeks later against all better judgement.
This was followed by a roughly three-month panic attack centred on what was perceived as the extreme weight gain of the last year or so.
However, gradually this was superceded by the shame and humiliation of the gradually growing volcano colony upon my face.
I am now planning a visit to the doctor tomorrow. I am not sure what this will entail, but a modicum of hysterical sobbing, pleading and grovelling at her feet while begging for the swift and blood-testless prescription of life-changing medication will surely be involved at some point.
