Polycystic ovary syndrome, or PCOS, is a hormonal problem that is estimated to affect as many as 10 million people worldwide. While the exact cause is unknown, it is suspected that genetics and environment play a big role in the development of PCOS. Despite other concerning fertility affected disorders and conditions, PCOS is the leading cause of infertility in women, and the symptoms can be extremely damaging to your physical and emotional health.
I've published one article so far about the car accident that left me with brain damage and memory/depression issues. But I didn't really touch much on the anxiety of it all. Before the accident, I had some minor social anxieties, mostly to do with crowds. I hated being in crowds, because I always felt like I was going to be crushed. Irrational, I know, but that's anxiety, to me. I would almost always start to get a little panicky. I stopped going places that I knew would be especially crowded, preferring to stay safe at home.
Well, folks, we've expanded our family again. We have another boy in our midst. He came to us by way of a family whose cat had kittens and they couldn't keep the babies. It was a spur of the moment decision to bring him home, but once we made the decision and given him his name, it was all we could think about until the day we picked him up. In the true nature of our naming practices, my husband named the new baby. I wasn't quite sure about the name he chose at first, but once I met him, I knew it was perfect. My husband got the name from a radio host on a local station. Apparently, the man's last name is Brutus, and he got hooked on the name. Eventually, so did I.
I wish that I could say that I've been doing nothing but writing for the last few months, but I've found myself having to take time off from writing. Stress and life keep getting in the way for one reason or another, and I find myself sitting down in front of my laptop, and being physically unable to write. The problem with this is that I'm nearly halfway through my first real attempt to write a novel, and I can't help but think to myself, "Can I really do this?" or "Who would want to read anything I've written?"
Writing. Some of us do it every day, and don't even think about it. I'm a chronic list writer. I write lists for everything, just so I can feel maybe a bit more organized. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
When my husband and I brought home our first baby, we used the cheapest litter we could find at the dollar store. As a kitten, Arno didn't mind it because it was litter, and he was being litter trained. But as he got a little older, I noticed he didn't seem that impressed with the litter that we were using. My husband and I went into Walmart and looked around at the other litter options, and had wanted to try a natural, non-clay litter. When we picked up the first bag, I wasn't sure how it would work. I had never used a natural litter, so I was skeptical. But when we changed out the old litter for the new, we found that Arno seemed to like it so much better. And he's not the only one.