Has anyone seen a Priest?

Tom swears my head was making 360 degree turns and I was spitting green pea soup everywhere, I highly doubt it.  But I will admit it, I was pretty bad. 

I was in such a rage, and I can't even tell you why.  My cycle had gotten extremely screwed up again, almost as bad as immediately before my D&C in early 2009.  (Men may want to check-out from here)  On the day of the green pea soup episode I had been bleeding for almost 5 weeks straight.  Yes, you are reading correctly.  I had been on my menstrual period for almost 5 weeks straight. I was likely teetering on anemia, completely exhausted, and my hormones were more whacked out than that of an entire 8th grade gym class.

And this is how it happens historically.  I try and do it on my own until I just can't take it anymore, and then I break.  Once the break happens I begrudgingly go back to see another specialist and get more tests, which to date has led absolutely nowhere.  Which is, coincidentally, what leads to the break in the first place.  It's like I'm on some screwed up Farris wheel and can't get off.  Such has been my pattern for the past several years.

The specialist who treated me from early 2009 until early 2010 did several tests and procedures including a
D&C and hystocopy.  At the end of it all his conclusion was this:  that I don't ovulate.  Well no s*&t
Sherlock!  His solution:  Birth Control Pills.  You have to be f*&king kidding me! 

I'm 30 years old.   Not 'old' in a societal sense, but aapproaching my golden years in the world of conception and fertility.  I've never been successful in getting pregnant.  I've had chronic issues with my cycle for at least 10 years, probably longer.  And I want to have children someday.  So, I didn't want his F-ing bandaid Birth Control Pills.  I wanted someone to fix me.  I wanted someone to tell me how to fix myself.  So, I took another break. 

Until pea soup, that is.  The pea soup episode convinced me that no matter how heartbreaking and hard this process is, I have to follow it through.  I have to find the fix.  I owe it to myself as well as those who love and support me. 

Plus, I just don't have the figure to pull off a straight-jacket.