I fucking hate yeast infections. Good, now I got the TMI part out in front.
For several years as a teenager I was on all kinds of antibiotics for acne. No one bothered to tell my mom, or me, the blind follower of 'better-living-through-chemicals' that I needed to be on shitloads of probiotics as well. Fast forward a few years and I had already had a handful of these damn things, and yet again, no one bothered to really impress upon me how much diet affects these things. It was always "shove these meds up your cooch for a few days and you'll be all better". I ate yogurt, I thought I was doing what I was supposed to...pbbbbttthhh.
Well, you know, we stop infertility treatments, we start the adoption process, stressful in itself and I stop paying close attention to my diet. Here I sit about a year and a half after stopping acu (not covered in my insurance so quite expensive for me) and I've been through 6 doses of fucking Di.flucan in 4 weeks. After not having any infections for years. Plus I've seen my acu and done some interesting treatments in the last week. Never thought I'd buy a sitz bath. I wanted to throw a ski mask on for the purchasing trip of that beauty. However, to no avail, THE BITCH IS BACK.
To top it off I travel on Saturday for two weeks (you know how awesome that is...eating out and all) and this week I'm in all-day meetings. Now I have to take off in the middle of the meeting to see my doctor and get a culture done and perhaps be put on long-term meds. I'm also trying to get in to see my acu before I go.
I have 5 plane flights in the next 2 weeks. This is going to be sooooo fun. All I want is a goddamn beer (or 5) and I can't drink it! Ok, not supposed to drink it. Kind of slipped over the weekend. Payback sucks.