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Health in Seattle

Seattle, WA 98115, USA

So I met with a doctor at the UW clinic in Northgate and I was super optimistic about being proactive in finding the cause of my chronic pain and fatigue, and then find the right treatment. I was prepared for the multiple specialists visits, the copays, the waiting game. 

I didn't go into the first appointing with hopes of a miracle answer day one. I wanted to just meet the doctor, feel her out, give her some of the complaints and ask her where we should proceed from there. During this time, not only was I having chronic back pain that began to prevent me from doing the best at my job and affecting my sleep, I also began to have heavy and excruciatingly painful periods that were lasting 1-2 months at a time! I went from having 3-4 periods per year since it all started at 13, to being 30 and almost bleeding constantly with maybe a full week of respite between if I was lucky. So, we set up a wellness exam to begin with. 

When I came back for the wellness exam, the periods were still killing me and I really wanted to get my blood tested to check my overall health. I was convinced that I was developing type 2 diabetes due to being so overweight, and I wanted to check everything that I could to get some answers. In hindsight I can see that my demands were a little all over the place and I just don't think that this young doctor had the experience in her belt to guide someone like me. She also wanted to do a pelvic exam at that visit, but I was so uncomfortable that I asked to just get a referral to a gyno. I did get a flu shot and updated my vaccines though!

After a long wait, I finally got an appointment at Rheumatologist to try to get some once and for all answers. Unfortunately I was not aware that it was going to be yet another, even younger, and male student doctor. His bedside manner was atrocious. He was short and thin and I could tell he immediately just focused on my weight. He listened absentmindedly to my history of do I or don't I have Lupus or some similar autoimmune. He asked me the same questions that even a generic google search could have come up with. Do I have light sensitivity? Where does it hurt? Have I ever had a urinalysis with protein spills? blah blah. Then he said that based on what I've said and answered, he doesn't believe that I have Lupus and isn't going to order any tests. He stood up and said he wanted to test something. He said he was going to press on some pressure points and I was to tell him if it hurts or was tender there. Every spot hurt. It both hurt and felt some kind of relief by being pressed, like the good pain of a massage. 

He excused himself from the room, and I was fuming mad. I felt like he just dismissed me completely. I didn't necessarily hope to have Lupus or another AI, what I hoped for was a doctor who listened to me, who explained things without dismissing me, and who was proactive in finding what was the actual cause of the pain. I sat there just allowing myself to get more and more angry, rather than calming myself down in order to speak up. 

He came back with an older male doctor who said he was his supervising doctor. That's when I realized that I was dealing with a n00b and it turned my anger from red to crimson. The older doctor just repeated what the younger one had said and then said that based on the pressure point exam, I have Fibromyalgia and they handed me a one page printout on what that means. Then they sent me home. No explanation of Fibromyalgia, no advice on how to deal with it, nothing at all about where to go from there. The print out basically told me that Fibromyalgia is a disorder that can't be tested for other than being pressed on and is determined by the doctor based on opinion. It also informed me that Fibromyalgia is often diagnosed when there just isn't any other explanation for the pain but that a certain percentage of the pressure points trigger pain when pressed. And the only treatment for Fibromyalgia was antidepressants, the one that I quit taking.

I remember sitting in my car thinking, That's it? That's the answer? I had a hard time accepting that Fibromyalgia explained everything based on how dismissive the doctors were with what I was actually saying, how little information they got from me before just deciding I have Fibromyalgia, and my gut just told me that it was wrong. I still don't know if it was a true diagnosis or not. 

Shortly after that appointment, I had my gyno appointment. I was so thrilled that it was a woman. I told her about my menstrual experience and also mentioned that I was concerned that it could be PCOS. I had been watching My Big Fat Fabulous Life on TLC and I had so much in common with Whitney's body and health issues. I could sense immediately that the gyno had inwardly rolled her eyes. I told her my symptoms that made me think that it was a possibility. She performed a pelvic exam, took a biopsy sample, swabbed for STD testing (because I asked), and talked me into getting a Mirena IUD with the promise that it would stop my heavy and irregular bleeding as well as being a birth control method. I trusted her, even though it wasn't what I was coming in for. But I desperately wanted the bleeding to stop, so I went for it. She told me it was super easy, she could do it right then and it may only cramp for a day or so afterward. I didn't feel anything at all when it was inserted and got up and walked out feeling like a woman in charge of her own body!

I'll continue this series on my health journey next week. 

xoxo Sheri

Women's March on Washington

Seattle, WA 98115, USA

Hello!

Today, I am going to write about my experience at the Women's March on Washington, here in Seattle, WA. If by chance you're unsure of what that event was, it was a march in Washington D.C., that also consisted of satellite marches happening all around the country in major cities. It was also very cool to see how our sisters and allies in countries all over the world held marches as well to show support for women in the U.S - and their own countries too! The event was called a women's march, but it wasn't solely for cis women. Participants included women of all biologies (cis, trans, non-binary, gender fluid, etc.), men who support women and our civil liberties, children of all ages, grandmas, grandpas, and a whole lot of love. 

Getting to the march was more difficult that I anticipated. I always knew that I was going to march no matter what, but I didn't plan well on how to get there. I also didn't plan well on forming a group to go together. I contacted some people last minute, both in and outside of Seattle, and people who I assumed would go, weren't going. That was very hard on me because in my heart it wasn't an option, it was a duty. I carried the feeling of disappointment with me for a good part of the day. But, I did have a good friend meet me toward the end of the march route with her 6 year old daughter and her amazing sign drawn by her other daughter. 

Uber was $100 to travel the 6 miles to the starting location, so that wasn't an option. I'm really disappointed in Uber for profiting from our march. Shame on you, Uber. Shame on you for many reasons. So, I used Car2go instead. It was crazy driving the tiny smart car up the hills of the Judkins Park neighborhood. After I parked the car, I walked a few steps around the corner and then saw the massive crowds. I thought I was going to be nervous and maybe uncomfortable doing the march on my own. But once I got there, I realized that I wasn't alone at all. Thousands of people were there for the same reasons I was there. There was mud everywhere, but the sun was shining and the air was crisp. Nearly everyone was wearing a pink pussy hat, with points meant to be cat ears. Or maybe it was suppose to resemble a female body part? 😏

I was expecting someone to be a leader. I was expecting a stage and megaphones and chanting and cheering. Maybe there was all of that, but not where I was standing. Not long after I arrived, the crowds began to move; some went north, some went west. It turns out that way more people showed up to the march than anticipated and it just wasn't possible for everyone to flow in one direction. There were many points in the beginning that the crowds just split up in order to allow for more traffic flow on the small streets of the neighborhoods. 

I saw so many amazingly creative signs. There were also large paper mache puppets of women from different cultural backgrounds. (Please correct me if puppet isn't the right word!) I took so many pictures and had plenty of time to marvel at all the people around me coming together in love and support. We barely moved a few feet at a time and often were paused together. I loved seeing all the men there supporting the women in their families. I noticed that any time a man bumped into a woman (we were all squished together like sardines) he would apologize profusely. I think they all knew that it was a day for women and the only place for a man at the march was a place of support and love. I loved seeing the dads there with their daughters. What a beautiful action of love for a young girl. 

The march was 3.6 miles and it moved slowly. Walking through the international district down a hill gave me a breathtaking view of the massiveness of our Seattle's Women's March. We were a sea of pink and signs bobbing along. Once we turned onto 4th ave, I met up with my friend and her daughter. Her sign was awesome and I'll include it in the pictures below. It warmed my heart to see a girl as young as 6 participating in an experience marking history for everyone. She also wore pink in every shade possible! 

The march ended at Seattle Center and everyone stayed and filled up every inch of the square. We stopped at a small hill to observe it all and watch the swarm of marchers file in. It was a view that I will hold onto for my entire life. We walked over and sat by the fountain and just watched all the families and people celebrating, talking, and resting. I wasn't physically tired because it was a hard walk, but I was exhausted from being filled to the brim with emotion the entire time. I felt so proud of every single person there. I also still felt disappointed in those who didn't march. In the beginning the disappointment was judgmental and even angry. At the end the disappointment was just sadness because I wasn't sharing this spectacular moment every woman who I love. There wasn't any room inside of me for anger after an experience like that.  

I also know that in hindsight I shouldn't have allowed myself to be angry in the first place. My words of advice on the matter is, don't let silly reasons get in the way of participating in something you believe in. I understand that crowds are overwhelming, claustrophobia may be an issue, physical limitations may hinder you. But if you're able to participate in these moments of history and it's something you believe in, get up and march! I know that not everyone is politically angry enough to protest. But protests don't have to be about anger. The Women's March on Washington wasn't about anger. I urge everyone to read about the purpose behind political events like these. If the purpose isn't what you stand for but you still want to make moves, find your own purpose and participate in anyway you can. I will be posting soon on ways to make an impact in the political occurrences our country is facing and will be facing for the next 4 years (think postcards, e-mails, phone calls, letter-writing).

If you're wondering what my personal reasons behind marching are, I'll be happy to share. I strongly believe in everything that true feminism stands for. I believe that all people are equal and all people deserve the same human rights. I am a big supporter of all women and love to lift up and encourage all women to be strong, to speak up, and to follow their dreams. I wanted to be around strong women who share my values and want to make a statement. I wanted to feel a connection to something greater than myself and to put my energy toward a positive movement. 

I hope you enjoyed reading about my experience at the march. Please comment and tell me about your experience if you marched! If you disagree with my thoughts, that's okay too! Feel free to comment as well and open a dialogue. I promise to be respectful to all commenters and I hope you afford me the same courtesy. Now, enjoy some photos! (Click the photo to open a slideshow.)