Niagarrhagia
Update 9 July 2022: Here’s a summary of what’s happened since this I first wrote this post: Menorrhagia ended for me a month after I moved out of my moldy apartment, except for the following times:
Update 9 July 2022: Here’s a summary of what’s happened since this I first wrote this post: Menorrhagia ended for me a month after I moved out of my moldy apartment, except for the following times:
Last updated July 2022. Also see this post on how iron interferes with thyroid meds. It took me two years from the time I first suspected I had thyroid problems to get treated for it.
My two migraine episodes were the usual tennis-ball-filled-almost-but-not-quite-to-bursting-with-boiling-oil-behind-your-right-eye kind of thing, caused by the old cliché MSG.
Life before glutenlessness For years, in order to survive a job interview or a conference or a plane trip, I’d have to stop eating 36 hours beforehand.
During my last and final attempt to get my abysmal iron levels up with doses of 75-100 mg/day, I managed to bring upon myself a nice case of vertigo. (It also caused cystic acne.)
Being myopic is bad enough, what with the glasses in grade school and the terror of being caught in your spectacles by unannounced visitors.
I had this for years without knowing what it was. At its worst, I had to eat every 45 minutes or my brain would do that revving/screaming/wheels spinning thing (silently, I mean; I’m pretty sure no one else could hear it).
(Last updated April 2023.) Except for several regrettable weeks in 1995 when I was drinking seven cans of Pepsi a day, I have rarely been bothered by anything but the occasional pimple despite heavy chocolate abuse, which I’m guessing is offset by my heavy water drinking.
(Last updated April 2023.) Growing up I’d watch movies set in the heyday of the manicure, the 1930s to the 1950s, and then I’d look down at my own bendy, shallow, round nails and I’d think, whyyyyy?
Last updated April 2023. Basically a crushing depression till 31. My depression lasted from junior high until I was about 31. I had concluded by ninth grade that it was not event- or environment-based. At around 30, after 18 months on antidepressants, I realized they were a disaster for me and I looked elsewhere for ...