Spoiler Alert: There's No Max on Medical Bullshit
Well, well, well. It’s been almost a year since I’ve written here, and I have no excuses beyond the fact that time is meaningless during this interminable pandemic. In fact, the time stamp here in Squarespace tells me I started this post on October 11, 2020.
What can I say? Things have been busy, but also…not.
Scott and I have yet to have our wedding, but we somewhat unexpectedly bought a house because we were among the fortunate ones who were able to save extra during said pandemic and take advantage of the low interest rates.
I didn’t write in this blog, but I did technically write a book-shaped thing about all my glorious medical traumas and am working on selling it. I’ve even let some people read it. (HEY ARE YOU A BOOK AGENT? REPRESENT ME!)
And while I had made great strides in 2020 in managing my endometriosis holistically, I also suffered a significant setback that fully changed the course of my healthcare management and planning.