Heavy bleeding really sucks. The constant worry of it seeping through your clothes, that weird hot flood of blood when you stand up, the extreme lethargy! Many women end up too scared to leave the house as a result. But how much is too much? I have a medical reference book that says “if periods are reported as unacceptably heavy, then they are”!
Fibroids are an extremely common issue. There are reports of up to 25 percent of women in their reproductive years having fibroids, but in reality, there are far more whose symptoms are undetectable or haven’t been reported.
Fibroids can cause issues such as painful, heavy periods or fertility issues. They are seen as being fed by an excess of strong oestrogen. We see them as relating to a much more complex array of emotional and lifestyle influences that can be shifted to support the presentation of this often debilitating symptomology.
Each year I write a reflection on the year to come. 2 years ago my self reflection for the year was full of depression and disappointment. Last year I was laughing in the face of disaster. This year I am optimistic, despite the pressure, to make this business work in a monetary sense within a relatively short space of time. I don't have the luxury of time anymore, for the sake of the impending bairn. It probably seems weird that I say it currently isn't supporting me personally but the realities of business running means that often any profit is skimmed off and pumped back into the company, never reaching my pockets.
Don't panic! Unless of course you think you might be unexpectedly pregnant. In which case, panic and pee on a stick!*
Whoever knew the mentioning of a pineapple could cause so much controversy at Christmas. My husband and I were visiting a grand old house in Wales, on our way to a Christmas getaway. In the house was a dining room, set out as it would have been in the Victorian era. It was cold and blustery outside. Upon this table were the usual luxuries for the era, golden candelabras with nature inspired motifs and golden pineapples.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have some of these decorations for our own Christmas?”, my husband remarked.
“Why would I want a symbol of white men raping and pillaging foreign lands on my table at Christmas?!”, I replied.
It was a tad negative, I admit, and when my husband pointed out that if we were to impose a ban on all fruits from sunnier climates from Christmas we would be missing a large portion of our Christmas pudding... I soon backed down.