Is it normal to have cramps after clomid indused ovulation

I have trouble swallowing since 2 years ago. It began with choking on water. I didn‘t cough but my throat was cramped for a few seconds to one minute. And than the next day my throat was almost begin to cramp again when i ate some chocolate and next day again with some non alcoholic beer. Until this point i was a bit scared and ate more carefully and slow but i could eat everything mostly without problems i think. One day when i almost forgot about this, i had neck tension like i always do and i tried to stretch my neck forward to my chest and i felt a lump in my throat under my tongue and i stopped immediately and it did go away and later on at night i was eating pizza without problems but 5 hours later or so my neck was tensed again and i tried to massage and this lump in my throat again was there. After some hours of anxiety it went away and i slept normally. After i woke up i couldn’t eat my breakfast. My throat felt so tight and after that my „dysphagia“ began. This was 2 years ago and sometimes i have this lump in my throat still and some days i get these cramps and choke on my saliva or liquids and everytime i eat i have a feeling of food stuck in my throat.
At the beginning i always was scared at night and thought i couldn‘t breathe and didn‘t want to swallow my saliva and i was dizzy all the time but now this is gone. There are days where i can eat good (mostly when i wake up and eat instantly)
I‘m sorry for this long text but maybe someone wants to help me

I’ve had my iud for a little over two years now. For the first 4-5 months after insertion I still had a regular period and then it dissipated. Since then I have had about a handful, give or take a finger, of times where I’ve had some light cramping and spotting. I simply attributed it to the fact that my body is still doing its thing. However, this morning I noticed that I had blood in my underwear; the aforementioned spotting has never been enough to settle into my underwear, just something I would see when wiping, but I told myself it was probably bc a little came out some time during the night. Later on this morning I bent down to get something and when I came back up I felt something trickle out. It was a glob of darker and thicker than normal blood from when I have previously been spotting. I checked my strings while in the shower and I could feel them just fine. But it’s now much later in the day and I’ve had waves of cramps and nausea, and my underwear has a bit of staining from the spotting, as if it’s been trickling out all day like a light period. I know this can be normal, but it’s causing concern for me because it is seemingly coming out of nowhere. Has anyone else had this issue? I’m not in any pain and I don’t feel like I’m bloated at all, I’m also only seeing light colored blood when wiping. I’m just wondering if I should call my gyno or not. I just had a check-up a couple of weeks ago and she said everything looked good.

Im 28 and my husband is 29, we’re both in good health and pretty active. We’re now entering our 5th cycle TTC, which I understand is not long, however I have been tracking with LH strips and temping to confirm ovulation. My doctor told me to come back if no luck after 6 cycles since I have irregular periods.
I did have bloodwork and an ultrasound done before we started due to my irregular periods to confirm everything looked normal and it did.
My question is, should we be worried or is it perfectly normal, even with tracking and timing for it to take up to a year? I assumed that may be for those NOT tracking anything….
We’ve had a few friends announce pregnancies recently that all say they were accidental so it’s getting frustrating.

Today was my 8th EMG. I showed the muscles where I had fascics and weakness. All was clean/normal. Also clinical. 10 neurologists cleared me of ALS already - clinically and then 8 emgs that were normal. I have still my doubts after reading about some cases, where especially young people have clean emgs for years and then turning dirty. I was tested in all possible muscles in the past 3 years but after every EMG I try to think what if in the other muscle or other side something would be shown. The neurologist that performed the EMG today just stick the needle in my muscle and immediately shrug his head and said no MND. No other neurologist did this. After that he was sticking the needle for a minute into the muscle and then I needed to flex with the muscle. But the whole EMg was like 15 minutes maybe.. what if he has performed it wrong? I see many here doing it for an hour or more. At the end he said it is just BFS and that I can be assured it is not als considering my age (24), duration of symptoms (2 years and a half), clinical exams and emg. I am still worried because I still have all my symptoms.. perceived weakness (like I can’t hold my phone for more than 10 minutes or sometimes even at eating my hand feels weak when using the fork or knife), bad cramping in the same spot (hurts a lot and feels like the muscle is getting tight), being sore and exhausted all the time like I have run a marathon, tremor in muscle activity, fascics (to mention that they were not even seen on my EMG, although I have them all the time?!). Besides that I have also trouble swallowing (saliva only, no food and liquids), feeling that my voice is nasal (although my parents and friends don’t seem to notice a difference), trouble getting air when speaking (like some words just can’t be pronounced well but the speech is not slurred.. just missing air when speaking and it makes it harder to speak then). So I thought even about a bulbar onset because actually no bulbar muscle was tested in my EMGS ever (I was told no clinical points towards it and that bulbar in my case would be absurdly to even consider) but I was also told that if it was bulbar and I had problems in my limbs (which I have), the EMG would show it anyway. What is now my thinking about everything is just the fact that I feel so alone in this. Nobody believes me anymore or how much I struggle. It is hard to accept to live like this forever and even the fear of a terminal disease being a possibility makes me unmotivated to do just anything in life anymore. What advice can you give me? And what are your thoughts on my situation? Thanks so much to the community for sticking together and sharing the stories. I hope and pray for the best of all of us.

i’m turning 21 on the 27th, and the day after i’m going home for a short visit with my best friends. the issue is, i don’t know if i can enjoy it the way i want because my physical tolerance is so finicky.
sometimes i can drink like normal and just have a few hours hung over the next day, if any at all. sometimes i drink a single shot or seltzer and two hours later my stomach is cramping and im sweating till i make myself throw it all up. i don’t get any hives or itching like ive seen for normal alcohol intolerance/ allergy. i have no clue what this is or why it happens, i always make sure i have enough to eat before but it still happens seemingly randomly, i know i need to go to a doctor to really get to the bottom of it but i don’t have time before i travel.
i barely drink (partially because of this issue, mostly because im just a social drinker), but i really wanna be able to partake with my friends, especially because one also just turned 21 this month. i know it sounds dumb but id like for it to even be an option. if anyone else has dealt with this, id be interested to hear about it!

My previous post was removed because I didn't specify clearly enough that I have been diagnosed with IBS by my doctor. But I've some doubts since I don't experience any pain. Here's what's going on:
About ten years ago I first started to deal with severe digestion issues. Luckily, after a year of testing and talking with my doctors, I got better after starting antidepressants. Back then I was under a lot of stress and suffered from depression. I have been doing really well mentally for the past 8/7 years or so. Low stress, good mental health, finished my degree and landed a stable job.
Yet, for the past 2,5 years my digestion has been deteriorating rapidly. My issues currently are:

• daily foul smelling gas, starting around lunchtime and sometimes going on until late into the evening/night
• concurrent with the gas; bloating, fatigue and brain fog. I regularly have to lay down and often even fall asleep (this is start to interfere with my work as well)
• soft or sticky stools, often (not always) diarrhea-like. However, frequency seems somewhat normal (once or twice a day)

I am happy to say that at least I don’t have pain, cramps, constipation, burping, sudden diarrhea (having to run for the bathroom), and fortunately this time around I’m not loosing weight like I was last time. However, due to the lack of pain and cramps I'm also doubting whether this really is IBS. [Even though my GP has said it's IBS after excluding other possible causes, such as celiac disease, Crohn's, etc.]
My GP and I are at a loss of what we can do to improve my situation. We’ve tried lots of interventions and treatments by now, and my GP said we’ve run out of treatments and tests. So far we’ve tried:

• FODMAP elimination (no clear triggers, as symptoms hardly subsided during the elimination phase)
• caffeine elimination
• gluten elimination
• bloodtests for allergies / celiac disease as well as Crohn’s disease
• elimination of sucralose and other sweeteners
• digestive enzymes supplementation
• betaine HCI supplementation
• l-glutamine supplementation
• ginger extract supplementation as well as consuming lots of ginger
• psyllium husk supplementation
• s. boulardii supplementation
• simethicone supplementation
• zinc supplementation
• sertraline (50 mg)
• amitriptyline (10 mg)
• enteric coated peppermint oil
• mindful eating and breathwork

I eat a vegan diet (quite varied albeit less so since the FODMAP diet) and my bloodwork is all good, I workout 3-4 times a week, get 8 hrs sleep/night, and never consume alcohol. I make sure not to swallow excessive air when eating and I chew my food well. I also used to meditate for 10-20 min a day, and tried self-hypnosis techniques learned in therapy (but lately have given up on that, as tbh I’m starting to get really tired with trying all sorts of things to improve my situation when nothing seems to work). I am considering trying some sort of oregano oil/berberine supplementation regimen as I’ve read that for some people who suffer from hydrogen SIBO this could help. However, there isn’t really a good way of testing for SIBO in my country, and my GP says that at home breath tests are too unreliable at this point in time. So I’m not sure if oregano/berberine supplementation is going to be of much use. (GP discourages it atm anyway, although they also understand my desire for relief/treatment.)
I was in a very good place before this “relapse” and it’s really starting to take its toll on me. I wonder if anyone has any further ideas of what could be going on or what I might be overlooking. I may just have to accept that I’m never going to get rid of this, but I am really hoping for something that can alleviate my symptoms. At this rate it’s starting to affect my mental health as well and I’m also running into issues at work because of my fatigue.

21F
Weight: Unsure, within 150-160 range.
Height: approx. 69in.
Medications: Adderall XR 30mg
Past medical history/context: - Childhood diagnosis of chronic UTI’s (ages 4-10, tapered off but restarted around 15, stopped for a final time at 18. Have not had issues since) -suspected endo, was never diagnosed. My mother was diagnosed with it when she was young and it only corrected itself after her first childbirth. -History of irregular, very heavy and painful periods that have gotten worse over time. -premature labor at 36w gestation due to ICP, emergency c-section with mild complications (uterine atony and mild blood loss). -painful ovulation with severe stabbing pains only ever on right lower abdominal cavity (right iliac fossa)
I’ve been struggling with very intense periods since the very first one I had. They usually vary in length, some have been up to 2 weeks long with consistent heavy bleeding and severe cramping (no clotting), others will be as short as 5 days with the same intensity of symptoms. I have had painful ovulation for just as long. I get a very sharp pulling sensation only on my right ovary consistently, which sometimes rivals my menstrual cramps in terms of pain level and frequency. It’s common for me to be unable to walk or fully stand/sit up due to the severity of these issues. Applying pressure to affected location on right side or stretching causes pain to increase. Episodes of these symptoms occur often throughout my whole menstrual cycle- but is more severe during ovulation and menstruation.
I’ve tried just about everything that doctors and friends have recommended over the years to help with the pain but nothing usually works. To be quite honest, I’ve been quite neglectful with seeking care for this issue. I get yearly checkups with a gynecologist every year and have since I was 11. The first gyno I had brushed most of these concerns off, even when my mother stepped in to advocate for me. She wrote me a script for 800mg of ibuprofen, Xulane patches, and then told me it should get better with age and that we could revisit the conversation after my body adjusted to the birth control. It never did and I eventually changed providers, but the next one also told me roundabout the same thing. I never pushed it further and prayed that it would get better like I was told. I got pregnant, had my son and hoped that this would cause the pain and symptoms to clear up, but my periods/ovulation just became even more irregular and painful as time went on. I’m now almost 21 months post c-section and finally taking the leap to see a specialist to get this addressed and be given the medical care I need.
Point is, can a physician weigh in and share some insight on a similar experience they have or any thoughts/hypothesis, etc.? Any specific recommended tests, scans, blood work, etc. I maybe should bring up with my new gyno? Any input is appreciated.

About ten years ago I first started to deal with severe digestion issues. Luckily, after a year of testing and talking with my doctors, I got better after starting antidepressants. Back then I was under a lot of stress and suffered from depression. I have been doing really well mentally for the past 8/7 years or so. Low stress, good mental health, finished my degree and landed a stable job.
Yet, for the past 2,5 years my digestion has been deteriorating rapidly. My issues currently are:

• daily foul smelling gas, starting around lunchtime and sometimes going on until late into the evening/night
• concurrent with the gas; bloating, fatigue and brain fog. I regularly have to lay down and often even fall asleep (this is start to interfere with my work as well)
• soft or sticky stools, often (not always) diarrhea-like. However, frequency seems somewhat normal (once or twice a day)

I am happy to say that at least I don’t have pain, cramps, constipation, burping, sudden diarrhea (having to run for the bathroom), and fortunately this time around I’m not loosing weight like I was last time. However, due to the lack of pain and cramps I'm also doubting whether this really is IBS.
My GP and I are at a loss of what could be going on. We’ve tried lots of interventions and treatments by now, and my GP said we’ve run out of treatments and tests. So far we’ve tried:

• FODMAP elimination (no clear triggers, as symptoms hardly subsided during the elimination phase)
• caffeine elimination
• gluten elimination
• bloodtests for allergies / celiac disease as well as Crohn’s disease
• elimination of sucralose and other sweeteners
• digestive enzymes supplementation
• betaine HCI supplementation
• l-glutamine supplementation
• ginger extract supplementation as well as consuming lots of ginger
• psyllium husk supplementation
• s. boulardii supplementation
• simethicone supplementation
• zinc supplementation
• sertraline (50 mg)
• amitriptyline (10 mg)
• enteric coated peppermint oil
• mindful eating and breathwork

I eat a vegan diet (quite varied albeit less so since the FODMAP diet) and my bloodwork is all good, I workout 3-4 times a week, get 8 hrs sleep/night, and never consume alcohol. I make sure not to swallow excessive air when eating and I chew my food well. I also used to meditate for 10-20 min a day, and tried self-hypnosis techniques learned in therapy (but lately have given up on that, as tbh I’m starting to get really tired with trying all sorts of things to improve my situation when nothing seems to work). I am considering trying some sort of oregano oil/berberine supplementation regimen as I’ve read that for some people who suffer from hydrogen SIBO this could help. However, there isn’t really a good way of testing for SIBO in my country, and my GP says that at home breath tests are too unreliable at this point in time. So I’m not sure if oregano/berberine supplementation is going to be of much use. (GP discourages it atm anyway, although they also understand my desire for relief/treatment.)
I was in a very good place before this “relapse” and it’s really starting to take its toll on me. I wonder if anyone has any further ideas of what could be going on or what I might be overlooking. I may just have to accept that I’m never going to get rid of this, but I am really hoping for something that can alleviate my symptoms. At this rate it’s starting to affect my mental health as well and I’m also running into issues at work because of this.

My Cat (3M, neutered) was released from the hospital after catheterization bc he had crystals in his pee 5 days ago. We brought him in 8 hours after sx showed.
He peed little and very often during the first 2 days post-vet and the amount slowly increased by the day.
His first 2 days, he had been having an attack similar to a seizure with a tender stomach, involuntary kicking and his pee spraying uncontrollably everywhere for each cramping session, after he ate meals. This went away though since he pooped out a big, dry lump. Vet informed that he was also constipated in hospital & had to be given laxative. [see attachment]
When he pees (from 3rd day onwards), he still seems to cramp & stumble forward a bit when peeing, but not violently anymore.
He started his prescription kibbles (Royal Canin S/O) yesterday, & before that it was recovery food mixed w water. Today he started to eat the same amount of kibbles as his old normal, but I’m nervous he might’ve eaten too much and too dry?? Yesterday, he barely ate 2 tsp. of it, and I had to give him mostly recovery food with water.
He peed very nicely today (day 5). The amount every time was good, there was no whining or minor cramping vs. previous days.
At 3pm today, he peed a good ol amount (his most so far at 20mL or more)
I gave his scheduled diuretic (Nefrotec) after this & then the problem started.
After 30 minutes or so, he tried to pee again but nothing came out. I thought it might be the diuretic trying to make him pee but he just emptied his bladder out so nothing’s coming out.
He was drinking water throughout the day but, his peeing session somehow had increased struggle AKA he looks like his bladder was squeezing / cramping too strongly, the whining came back, and him stumbling forward was stronger this time. I expected a lot of pee again but no pee came out.
His 2nd attempt came 3 hrs. after diuretic. And then now, @ 9 hours after where he’s been struggling more than 3 times within the hour already.
Asking for advise as our only vet here in my area doesnt have emergency services at night, and it’s 8 hours away from opening. AGAIN.😢
.
QUESTIONS: for experienced recovered blocked cat parents, & vets
• Is it possible that it’s just (1) Overactive Bladder, (2) Constipation Cramps, or (3) Blocked again bc some sediment got in the way again?
• I have a laxative given by the vet 2 days ago, still in a syringe, taped and stored in a cool place. Should I give?
• I also have a vial of erceflora I asked from the vet to help with stomach aches (& possible cramping) since he has 2 Antibiotics rn (Doxy, Co-amoxiclav)
.
TYIA for any answers, currently trying my best not to panic and cry while waiting for our vet to open & possibility of having to give him up if ever worse comes to worst 😢

My Cat (3M, neutered) was released from the hospital after catheterization bc he had crystals in his pee 5 days ago. We brought him in 8 hours after sx showed.
He peed little and very often during the first 2 days post-vet and the amount slowly increased by the day.
His first 2 days, he had been having an attack similar to a seizure with a tender stomach, involuntary kicking and his pee spraying uncontrollably everywhere for each cramping session, after he ate meals. This went away though since he pooped out a big, dry lump. Vet informed that he was also constipated in hospital & had to be given laxative.
When he pees (from 3rd day onwards), he still seems to cramp & stumble forward a bit when peeing, but not violently anymore.
He started his prescription kibbles (Royal Canin S/O) yesterday, & before that it was recovery food mixed w water. Today he started to eat the same amount of kibbles as his old normal, but I’m nervous he might’ve eaten too much and too dry?? Yesterday, he barely ate 2 tsp. of it, and I had to give him mostly recovery food with water.
He peed very nicely today (day 5). The amount every time was good, there was no whining or minor cramping vs. previous days.
At 3pm today, he peed a good ol amount (his most so far at 20mL or more)
I gave his scheduled diuretic (Nefrotec) after this & then the problem started.
After 30 minutes or so, he tried to pee again but nothing came out. I thought it might be the diuretic trying to make him pee but he just emptied his bladder out so nothing’s coming out.
He was drinking water throughout the day but, his peeing session somehow had increased struggle AKA he looks like his bladder was squeezing / cramping too strongly, the whining came back, and him stumbling forward was stronger this time. I expected a lot of pee again but no pee came out.
His 2nd attempt came 3 hrs. after diuretic. And then now, @ 9 hours after where he’s been struggling more than 3 times within the hour already.
Asking for advise as our only vet here in my area doesnt have emergency services at night, and it’s 8 hours away from opening. AGAIN.😢
.
QUESTIONS:
• Is it possible that it’s just (1) Overactive Bladder, (2) Constipation Cramps, or (3) Blocked again bc some sediment got in the way again?
• I have a laxative given by the vet 2 days ago, still in a syringe, taped and stored in a cool place. Should I give?
• I also have a vial of erceflora I asked from the vet to help with stomach aches (& possible cramping) since he has 2 Antibiotics rn (Doxy, Co-amoxiclav)
.
TYIA for any answers, as I’m currently trying my best not to panic and cry while waiting for our vet to open. 😢

My cat was released from the hospital after catheterization bc he had crystals in his pee 5 days ago. He peed little and very often during the first 2 days and the amount slowly increased by the day.
His first 2 days, he had been having an attack similar to a seizure with a tender stomach and his pee spraying everywhere for each cramping session, after he ate meals. This went away though as he was simply constipated. Though when he pees during those 3 days, he still seems to cramp & stumble forward a bit when peeing.
He started his prescription kibbles (Royal Canin S/O) yesterday, & before that it was recovery food mixed w water. Today he started to eat the same amount of kibbles as his old normal, but I’m nervous he might’ve eaten too much and too dry?? Yesterday, he barely ate 2 tsp. of it, and I had to give him mostly recovery food with water.
He peed very nicely today. The amount every time was good, there was no whining, minor cramping vs. previous days.
At 3pm today, he peed a good ol amount (his most so far at 20mL or more)
I gave his scheduled diuretic (Nefrotec) after this & then the problem started.
After 30 minutes or so, he tried to pee again but nothing came out. I thought it might be the diuretic trying to make him pee but he just emptied his bladder out so nothing’s coming out.
He was drinking water throughout the day but, his peeing session somehow had increase struggle AKA he looks like his bladder was squeezing / cramping too strongly, the whining came back, and him stumbling forward was stronger this time. I expected a lot of pee again but no pee came out.
His 2nd attempt came 3 hrs. after diuretic. And then now, @ 9 hours after where he’s been struggling more than 3 times within the hour already.
Asking for advise as our only vet here in my area doesnt have emergency services at night, and it’s 8 hours away from opening. 😢
.
For experienced recovered blocked cat parents & vets:
Is it possible that it’s just (1) Overactive Bladder, (2) Constipation Cramps, or (3) Blocked again bc some sediment got in the way again?
.
TYIA for any answers, as I’m currently trying my best not to panic and cry while waiting for the vet to open. 😢

About ten years ago I first started to deal with severe digestion issues. Luckily, after a year of testing and talking with my doctors, I got better after starting antidepressants. Back then I was under a lot of stress and suffered from depression. I have been doing really well mentally for the past 8/7 years or so. Low stress, good mental health, finished my degree and landed a stable job.
Yet, for the past 2,5 years my digestion has been deteriorating rapidly. My issues currently are:

• daily foul smelling gas, starting around lunchtime and sometimes going on until late into the evening/night
• concurrent with the gas; bloating, fatigue and brain fog. I regularly have to lay down and often even fall asleep (this is start to interfere with my work as well)
• soft or sticky stools, often (not always) diarrhea-like. However, frequency seems somewhat normal (once or twice a day)

I am happy to say that at least I don’t have pain, cramps, constipation, burping, sudden diarrhea (having to run for the bathroom), and fortunately this time around I’m not loosing weight like I was last time.
My GP and I are at a loss of what could be going on. We’ve tried lots of interventions and treatments by now, and my GP said we’ve run out of treatments and tests. So far we’ve tried:

• FODMAP elimination (no clear triggers, as symptoms hardly subsided during the elimination phase)
• caffeine elimination
• gluten elimination
• bloodtests for allergies / celiac disease as well as Crohn’s disease
• elimination of sucralose and other sweeteners
• digestive enzymes supplementation
• betaine HCI supplementation
• l-glutamine supplementation
• ginger extract supplementation as well as consuming lots of ginger
• psyllium husk supplementation
• s. boulardii supplementation
• simethicone supplementation
• zinc supplementation
• sertraline (50 mg)
• amitriptyline (10 mg)
• enteric coated peppermint oil
• mindful eating and breathwork

I eat a vegan diet (quite varied albeit less so since the FODMAP diet) and my bloodwork is all good, I workout 3-4 times a week, get 8 hrs sleep/night, and never consume alcohol. I make sure not to swallow excessive air when eating and I chew my food well. I also used to meditate for 10-20 min a day, and tried self-hypnosis techniques learned in therapy (but lately have given up on that, as tbh I’m starting to get really tired with trying all sorts of things to improve my situation when nothing seems to work). I am considering trying some sort of oregano oil/berberine supplementation regimen as I’ve read that for some people who suffer from hydrogen SIBO this could help. However, there isn’t really a good way of testing for SIBO in my country, and my GP says that at home breath tests are too unreliable at this point in time. So I’m not sure if oregano/berberine supplementation is going to be of much use. (GP discourages it atm anyway, although they also understand my desire for relief/treatment.)
I was in a very good place before this “relapse” and it’s really starting to take its toll on me. I wonder if anyone has any further ideas of what could be going on or what I might be overlooking. I may just have to accept that I’m never going to get rid of this, but I am really hoping for something that can alleviate my symptoms. At this rate it’s starting to affect my mental health as well and I’m also running into issues at work because of this.

Uterine bleeding for months
I’m in need of some help. I have an hmo plan and am out of state for a year and only have emergency coverage so I can’t go see an obgyn without paying oop hundreds of dollars.
Anyway, i ( 24 year old female ) have a history of bleeding for months at a time. It started in May-June 2019 when I bled for 2 months and was told I have ovarian cysts. Since then I had been on birth control. Depending on the brand I either didn’t have a period out at all or it was normal.
In Feb of 2021 I stopped taking birth control and got pregnant in April 2021. Had my daughter via c section Jan 2022. Since then I have been on birth control and for some reason the brands or maybe the dosages haven’t worked for me and there would be months where I would bleed and then I would have to switch brands/dosages to get it to stop.
In March 2024, I have stopped taking the pill again to try and get pregnant. I had my normal spotting from stopping the pill, stopped bleeding, then had a “normal” period. Then 2 weeks after that period I started bleeding and haven’t stopped.
I did some research and started taking some supplements such has inositol, l-cartnitate, berberine, and a few others for my metabolism and heart health. When I first started the supplements the bleeding stopped and I was so excited that they were working. But 2 days later the bleeding started again and it’s been heavier and more bright red and clotty. I am now to the point where my next period would be starting.
I just want to know if there is anything I can do to stop the bleeding and still get pregnant. I don’t want to go on the pill because then i definitely won’t get pregnant but if I keep bleeding I’m afraid i won’t get pregnant either because it might be stopping my ovulation or just continuously releasing eggs.
So any recommendations help! I just need some advice since I can’t see my primary and obgyn. Thank you.

Uterine bleeding for months
I’m in need of some help. I have an hmo plan and am out of state for a year and only have emergency coverage so I can’t go see an obgyn without paying oop hundreds of dollars.
24 year old female, i have a history of bleeding for months at a time. It started in May-June 2019 when I bled for 2 months and was told I have ovarian cysts. Since then I had been on birth control. Depending on the brand I either didn’t have a period out at all or it was normal.
In Feb of 2021 I stopped taking birth control and got pregnant in April 2021. Had my daughter via c section Jan 2022. Since then I have been on birth control and for some reason the brands or maybe the dosages haven’t worked for me and there would be months where I would bleed and then I would have to switch brands/dosages to get it to stop.
In March 2024, I have stopped taking the pill again to try and get pregnant. I had my normal spotting from stopping the pill, stopped bleeding, then had a “normal” period. Then 2 weeks after that period I started bleeding and haven’t stopped.
I did some research and started taking some supplements such has inositol, l-cartnitate, berberine, and a few others for my metabolism and heart health. When I first started the supplements the bleeding stopped and I was so excited that they were working. But 2 days later the bleeding started again and it’s been heavier and more bright red and clotty. I am now to the point where my next period would be starting.
I just want to know if there is anything I can do to stop the bleeding and still get pregnant. I don’t want to go on the pill because then i definitely won’t get pregnant but if I keep bleeding I’m afraid i won’t get pregnant either because it might be stopping my ovulation or just continuously releasing eggs.
So any recommendations help! I just need some advice since I can’t see my primary and obgyn. Thank you.

45 (M) I've been aware that my testosterone has been low for 8 years now sitting at around 200-300 (I know this may not be considered low for every lab but were reported as low by Labcorp) I have developed normally and a doctor checked it when I was around 25 for some reason and it was around 750 so it's not a genetic issue. I had become obese (225 lbs 5'9") and pre-diabetic at that point, which was the likely cause, and was put on Metformin. I decided to get back in shape by doing cardio mixed with weights and cutting calories to between 1600-1900 calories per day and got down to 195 lbs. My testosterone did not improve despite this and a urologist put me on Clomid. That got me in the high 300s to low 400s and eventually settling in at around 500. I tried getting off of it after getting fit but my testosterone plunged to 95. Last year my urologist had me switch to trt injections (100mg) weekly and I'm sitting around 700-800. I have mildly elevated hemocrit and hemoglobin. My endocrinologist wants me to wean off of the testosterone which I am doing. I am also on Mounjaro after regaining weight due to a torn rotator cuff and painful neuroma in my foot making working out more difficult (and yes eating too much). I am down to 185 and she wants me to lose 20lbs more. She says my test could possibly return to normal at that weight. If not, she is willing to do more testing. I'm wondering why the urologist didn't do more testing to begin with. I don't want to put myself at risk or permanently damage anything further. I know I am probably not going to feel great withdrawing from TRT but I'm willing to do it to see what happens. I am also prescribed Adderall by a psychiatric nurse and am worried about what it will do to my cardiovascular health. I have PTSD and treatment resistant depression but I'm not sure I have ADHD as those symptoms can overlap. None of this sounds particularly smart to me and I want to get off of the Adderall, too, but I'm scared of being mentally unbalanced withdrawing from all of this and with starting an amazing but demanding new job and making 6 figures for the first time in my life. It's going to be rough going for a while. I'm not looking for solutions but just some guidance about my situation. Thanks to anyone who reads this and can offer any thoughts.

So I just recently got my Mirena iud inserted.. literally 2 days ago and I haven’t bled much at all and haven’t had the worst cramps of my life, like what I was expecting going into it. But I’ve been reading this page and it seems like almost everybody bleeds really bad for at least a week after insertion?! Is it normal that I haven’t? I’m getting a little worried that I haven’t really at all. Has anybody else not bled after insertion? Also, how long did your obgyn tell you to wait before having sex or using a tampon? Mine said wait a month before using a tampon but I can have sex whenever I feel up for it? That doesn’t make sense to me because a tampon is so small compared to what goes up there during sex…. Please, if you can give me any knowledge I’d greatly appreciate it, I’ve been spiraling 😭

Have you ever experienced something that shook you to your very core? Something that makes you remember every single little detail of your surroundings from that moment in time? Even years after? I can remember so vividly the moment I realized something was wrong with me. I was in my junior year of high school sitting in class, just like any other day. I remember the smell of erasers and cheap cologne that permeated off my classmate who sat next to me. I remember the scratchy tag on my t-shirt and how I was resisting taking it off in the middle of class just to cut it off. I remember what my teacher, Mrs. Brown, was talking about; 'the fall of Constantinople'. My mouth felt dry and I kept looking at the clock, counting down the minutes until I had lunch so I could get a soda. The sound of a pen clicking behind me was synchronized with the song that was stuck in my head.
All those things were going through my brain at once. My ADHD mind went a million miles per minute when it all came down to a cashing holt when I felt it at 11:23
I felt what I can only describe as a hand grabbing at the inner lining of my stomach. It didn't necessarily hurt, not at this point. That's not why I got so scared. You see, not only do I have ADHD. I also have OCD that manifests itself in the fear of anything growing or moving inside me. Even if I think about the concept of blood moving in my body or a heart that is beating in my chest, I have to think of something else. I've had full-blown panic attacks because of it. The closest term for this is 'Tokophobia'. That's technically the fear of pregnancy. I'm a guy, so it's not completely accurate but it's really the closest term. I mean, I also do have a huge fear of pregnancy. Not necessarily of me being pregnant, but even though I knew I could never get pregnant, the thought of it still made me feel sick
I bet you can imagine the terror that overcame me as I felt something moving in me. I made an audible groan and grabbed my stomach. My whole class turned to look at me. even my teacher stopped talking to ask if I was okay. I stood up and started to run to the nurses' office without even acknowledging my teacher. My first thought wasn't thinking that something was actually in my body. Even stomach aches and the feeling of gurgling in my stomach made me feel this way before. I didn't have anything on hand to help with a stomach ache, unfortunately. However, the nurse always did.
I sprinted across the school hoping and praying that my stomach wouldn't make that awful feeling again before I got there.
I turned the corner into the nurses' office with my tennis shoes squeaking in the process. I saw the school nurse, Mrs. Kennedy sitting on the couch in her office reading a magazine. She looked up at me with a sweet smile that quickly turned into worry.
"Sam, what is it? How can I help?" She said as she stood up and hurried over to me. Putting her hand over mine which was grabbing my stomach tightly.
"It's…It's my stomach. Something is wrong with it." I mumbled with a red face.
She shuffled her way over to her large medicine cabinet and she motioned for me to sit down.
She asked me questions about my stomach. Asking if it was pain, grumbling, cramps, nausea, etc. As she was asking me what my symptoms were and digging through bottles, The feeling happened again. However, this time was different. It felt like fingers grassing against the inside of my body. I screamed and wrapped my arms around my torso. Mrs. Kenneddy ran over to me to comfort me.
"This seems a lot worse than normal, maybe we should call your parents." She said as she put her hand on my back.
It felt like some days I saw Mrs. Kennedy more than my teachers. Any small ailment would distract me so badly from class that I had to go see her. Sometimes multiple times a day. She knew at this point when something was really wrong.
Within about 30 minutes both my parents were there with us. That may seem fast, but I'm an only child and my parents are very aware of my tendencies. They know I can spiral and like to be around if it happens.
They kept asking me where the pain was. I think they assumed by the way I wasn't responding to their questions the pain must've been really bad. The reality was that I just didn't know how to tell them what was going on.
I got so frustrated after they asked me over and over again that I just yelled at them.
"Something is inside me! Get it out, get it out, get it out!" I lifted my shirt and was ripping at my stomach. Leaving red nail scratches and cuts. My mom and dad ran to either side of me to grab my arms. Mrs. Kennedy had seen me go pretty crazy, but this was the worst I've ever gotten in front of her. My parents however had seen a similar situation before. Not exactly like this, but they didn't skip a beat on trying to help me.
"Sam. Breath, sweety. Just remember everything is in you for a reason. It's keeping you alive. Nothing is going to hurt you." My mom said softly to me. Trying to calm me down with the words my therapist gave her. "Ice cubes, get him ice cubes!" She said to Mrs. Kennedy as I started to hyperventilate.
Mrs. Kennedy grabbed a ziplock bag and started to fill it with ice cubes. My mom went over to her and grabbed an ice cube right out of the bag, opened up my hand, and put the ice cube in it. This worked in the past to distract me, I knew that's what she was doing, and trust me. I wanted it to work too, but this was different. I kept trying to tell myself that it was just a different feeling I hadn't felt before. That it wasn't possible something was physically inside my body. But I couldn't help it.
Everyone in the room could see that this was getting intense. I think they assumed it was just a mental breakdown and that nothing was physically wrong with my body but I didn't care. I just wanted help.
My parents got me into the car with my mom even sitting in the backseat with me. She kept trying to distract me with conversation but my mind was only on that awful feeling in my stomach.
We pulled up to the ER and my mom guided me in while holding both my wrists. It felt like she was walking me on a leash but I didn't fight it. I knew she was just trying to stop me from scratching my stomach.
We walked in and I spoke to the receptionist. All I said was that I had terrible pain in my stomach. I didn't want to sound too crazy. I just needed a doctor to look at whatever was going on.
After giving the receptionist my name and insurance information we went to sit down. I was sitting in between my parents and I could see my mom lean back to try and mouth something to my dad without me seeing. I didn't think much of it. I was way more worried about other things.
My dad then went up to the receptionist. He pointed over to me and she looked a little concerned. I saw her pick up the clipboard that had my information on it and she started writing something else on it. I asked my dad what he did and he just said to not worry and that he wanted to let her know it was urgent.
No more than 10 minutes went by and I felt a terrible moving sensation. I cringed and grabbed my stomach. Immediately followed by not just the feeling of a hand grabbing my insides but also scratching and pinching. I yelled out in pain as the other people in the waiting room looked at me mortified.
A doctor and a couple of nurses came running over to me and helped me up. But I couldn't stand up. I was in too much pain. They put me in a wheelchair and started to head for a room. However, they didn't take me through the normal big ER doors that went to the standard examination rooms, they took me and my parents through a smaller door to the side that had a padlock on it.
We walked through a white hallway that was very quiet. The doctor and nurses showed us to my room and helped me into my bed as I was wiggling and wincing. I had one parent on either side of me. Patiently waited to stop my arms from scratching.
The doctor was trying to ask further questions but he could tell it wasn't going anywhere. I knew that my dad probably told that receptionist about my OCD tendencies and that I needed to go to the psych ward. Not just to the stranded side of the ER.
I couldn't take it anymore and blurted out that something was inside my stomach and it was trying to get out.
The doctor just looked at my parents for a reaction and they gave him a sad nod. It was like they warned him that this could happen. The doctor didn't just think I was crazy, my parents did too. The doctor took a deep breath and came up to me. I knew I was about to hear some kind of dumb speech about how this was just my OCD and everything was going to be okay.
As he came closer to me, I pulled up my shirt and he gasped. Not only was my stomach scratched up like crazy, but we saw movement. It looked like when a pregnant woman can see her baby kicking. But this was so much stronger. It was stretching my skin.
My parents stood up and gasped while the doctor looked frantic and unprepared.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" The doctor said as he backed out of the room. "Hang on! We are getting this taken care of, just hang tight."
Just seconds later a nurse came in to give me some painkillers. I started to feel the pain slip away, but something so much worse started to creep in. I heard a voice. Not my own. Not some creepy-sounding creature, but the voice of a normal-sounding man that I'd never heard before. But that wasn't the scary part. The scary part was what he was saying to me.
"Get me out. Get me out. Get me out!"
It started in a normal tone, but slowly became more urgent and rushed. Then demanding.
The voice would coincide with the moment inside me.
It was getting so loud that I was having a hard time hearing the people around me. The doctor came in just a few minutes after I last saw him. He was red and sweaty. Like he'd just run a marathon. He told me they needed to do just a few tests on what was inside me before taking action.
I was trying so hard to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth but all I could hear was the voice. The voice stopped for just a second and changed what he was saying. Now he started repeating,
"Cut me out, cut me out, cut me out, now!" I now knew this thing didn't just want out but it wanted out now. I begged the doctor to just get it out now but he wouldn't listen. The voice spoke up again.
"This is taking too long. Don't be afraid. Get me out yourself."
I think it could feel me resisting. Without realizing it, I was looking around the room for something. It was like I didn't even have control over my head or eyes anymore. I knew the voice was looking for a knife but I was trying to ignore the feeling. I knew there weren't any knives around. I was in a very safe place.
Just as I had the feeling I was safe, it was immediately taken away. The thought passed through my head that my dad probably had a pocket knife on him. My heart sank. I knew this thing could hear my thoughts. I knew what it would try to do.
The next thing I knew, I was on my feet, leaping for my dad. My body hit his. luckily, he's in pretty good shape for his age and had no problems putting me in my place.
He got on top of me and pinned me to the ground. All while I could barely hear my mom in the background. Yelling at my dad to be careful. My dad knew something was going on and that I just needed to be on the ground until I calmed down.
My body tried to flail but it wasn't successful. The whole time the voice in my head, now yelling and screaming. Not saying any distinguishable words, but just having what felt like a tantrum. What made my dad the most uncomfortable was the kicking feeling coming from my stomach.
After a couple of minutes, the voice calmed down and I felt in charge of my body again. My dad slowly got up and attempted to help me up. At this point with an audience of hospital staff that looked like they were getting ready to take me somewhere for more tests.
Just as I stood up straight, I felt the voice take over and I lost all sense of my own body. I felt like a shell of myself. My dad gave me a soft yet worried smile, and in that instance, I grabbed him and reached into his pocket. My heart sank as I felt his pocket knife. The room started to panic and about 5 people tried to grab it from me. The last thing I remember is plunging the knife into my stomach. I felt a blinding pain and everything went black.
Several hours later I started to wake up. Everything was extremely blurry and fuzzy. I could hear a very faint voice telling me to relax. As the minutes passed by, things started to become a little bit clearer. I looked around and saw I was in a large room with a few other patients. A nurse was going up to all the beds and checking in on them. I tried to sit up a bit to get more comfortable and noticed an incredible sourness in my stomach. I moved my hospital gown out of the way and saw a huge scare. About 6" across. Most of the scare looked very surgical. Like what I'd imagine a c-section surgery would look like. Except where I remembered the knife going in. It looked like a bunch of extra stitches had to be added where it went in. It also looked pretty bruised. I can imagine that a dull 10-year-old knife that was harshly shoved into a body really wouldn't cleanly cut through and leave some damage.
The feeling of shock from looking at my stomach was quickly gone when I realized that meant whatever was in me was now gone. I didn't hear the voice, I didn't feel a hand in my gut anymore, I didn't see that vile kicking anymore. I felt like I could breathe.
I asked the nurse what they found and she looked flush.
"Uh, that's something that you, uh. Your doctor will talk with you once you eat something and can speak clearly." She said as she scurried off looking upset.
Shortly after that, I was wheeled into a recovery room and my parents came to see me.
As they walked in they had a very similar look on their faces as the nurse did. They looked pale and didn't want to look me in the eye. I kept asking them questions about what was going on but they said the doctor needed to discuss it with me and he wanted to make sure I wasn't feeling high from the anesthesia while we had a conversation.
The doctor didn't come and see me for another 10 hours. Which felt strange. And to add to the strangeness, my parents were taking shifts hanging out with me. There was only overlap when they switched and the other parent took over while the other one left the room. I would understand if they weren't both with me for the whole time. I'm not that needy, but they were only both in my room together for about an hour. That was the hour before the doctor came to my room.
Finally, the doctor came in to talk to me. When he walked in, the room was cold and quiet. It was evident he didn't feel the same relief I was feeling.
He seemed awkward. Like he was talking way too long to get over to me. He grabbed a chair and scooted it close to me.
"Listen Sam. I know this last 24 hours has been very challenging. I apologize for not explaining what happened during your surgery sooner, but we all needed time to figure it out, and quite frankly, process what happened. We feel we have enough information to let you in on what is going on." A silence filled the room. It felt like no one was brave enough to break it.
"And?" I said with confusion.
"I think it'll be easier if we just show you."
The doctor along with my parents helped me into a wheelchair and we started to make our way across the hospital to an entirely different section. I couldn't believe all the things running through my head at what we were about to see. It felt like cruel and unusual punishment to leave me in anticipation and not just tell me what I was about to see.
When I went around the corner I couldn't process what I was looking at. I thought they were showing me a large tumor or growth of some kind, but why would a tumor be in a big incubation chamber with tubes connected to IVs and machines coming out of it?
As I got closer, I started to see human fetchers on it. It was mostly just a 6-pound lump of flesh, but I could see a hand sticking out of it. It was small, but what made it creepy was it looked like a fully developed man's hand. Just small. I could see a patch of hair coming out of what I assumed was its head. It had no discernible facial features. Just a few teeth scattered in one section.
As I looked at it with disgust, coming to terms with this thing that was just in my body, I had a realization. I wasn't feeling sick at the thought of something being in my body. Sure, I was grossed out that this particular thing was just in me, but the thought of the bacteria in my body didn't make me want to throw up. I thought about all the blood pumping through my veins and I felt… normal. Not only was the voice and kicking gone. But my OCD was gone too. I didn't have a mental illness. It was just this thing. Trying to find its way out for years.
As I was staring at the creature, the doctor came and put his hand on my shoulder.
"We believe this is your twin brother." I immediately looked up at my parents who looked very disturbed and upset. I let the doctor finish talking. "We believe that you absorbed him in the womb and that he has been living inside you your whole life. This is an extremely rare condition called fetus-in-fetu. It seems he didn't quite have the best opportunity to develop normally. That's why he looks the way he does. Despite his appearance, he has all the organs he needs to survive. Looks like he's missing a lung and his gallbladder. Also a piece of his liver but other than that, it looks like he will live for at least a few years. He won't be able to leave this room due to him needing a feeding tube and a few other things that his body can not do on its own. He needs lots of support just to live. What makes this situation extremely unique is that your twin is still alive despite your body not sustaining him anymore. Even though we have him hooked up to a few IVs and machines, It is unexplainable how he is living while outside of your body."
I was in complete shock. I didn't want to believe it. I asked my mom why she never told me I absorbed my twin in the womb, she said she had no clue. There was never a sign when she was pregnant with me.
He also mentioned that sometimes even in pregnancies women will go their whole pregnancy without even getting a belly. It's called a 'Cryptic pregnancy'. I've always had a bit of a gut but never anything big enough to cause suspicion. I guess in my case I had a fetus-fetu and an experience similar to a cryptic pregnancy. Even though it was in my stomach. At least that was the doctor's best guess. Although, it all sounded like BS to me.
The doctor and my parents kept trying to explain more and more details to me. I don't know why they didn't slow down a little bit for my sake. How could they not tell I wasn't processing any of this?
I noticed something while they were trying to explain things to me. They kept calling it a 'He'.
Now listen. I'm not some kind of asshole that won't respect someone who wants to be called a specific pronoun. I've never been that kind of person. But this is where I draw the line.
Not just that. But this thing had a name. My parents named it and said today was its birthday. While they told me all this information, they didn't look happy about it. It seemed like they were forced to do all this nonsense. And now it was my turn to be convinced. I could tell they were trying to force it.
The doctor told me despite it not having a high probability for a long life that we should still try and give it the love it deserves. Of course, the doctor referred to it as a 'He' but I refused to.
This disgusted me. This thing tried to kill me and ruined my quality of life for so long, and now we are going to treat it like it's some kind of prince? No, absolutely not.
Luckily, it seemed like it would never leave the hospital, but my parents planned on going to visit it daily. Visiting it? Are you kidding me? it has no eyes, no ears, it's probably miserable and has no concept of people even being around it.
I'm refusing to ever see this thing again or acknowledge its existence again.
I could get in trouble for even talking about this. The hospital or anyone involved has signed NDAs to not share any information about this until it officially dies. This is because it's a medical anomaly and the first of its kind. They want to do the proper research on how this all occurred before coming out with a statement. I just have to get this all off my chest. I feel like I'm the crazy one here when I know I'm not. I don't care if I get in trouble.
I am scared that the doctors are trying to force my parents into giving this thing a proper life. I think that's why it took them so long to tell me. I think they scared my parents into keeping it alive and guilting them or even forcing them into being its parent.
I'm all for every life being important and all that stuff, but I have a feeling my parents are terrified of this thing just like I am.
I am convinced they gaslit my parents into believing this thing is my brother. If there wasn't any sign of him while my mom was pregnant with me, could this thing be something else?
This all happened about two years ago. It's still alive and they are still researching it. My parents continue to visit it despite everything. My therapist told me that I'm probably just struggling with jealousy now that I'm not an only child anymore and so much of my parents' attention is on him now, but it's so much bigger than just jealousy.
Since this thing showed up and my OCD is pretty much gone, I've hardly seen my parents. I know I'm not just jealous. There is something more to this. I know it.
Something just feels so off about this whole thing. What is this thing? Where did it come from? And what does it want?

Hi. I was prescribed with Famotidine for GERD. Back in March. I just started taking it 3 days ago. Instructions say two daily. But I've only managed to take one a day so far
However. I see there is blood in my urine. And not a drop or two either. I thought I had started my period. I was surprised when no blood appeared after wiping. The same repeated for the next 2 days. I noticed when the meds are not in my system. My pee goes right back to normal.
I didn't have any pain or cramping or anything. Google says it's a rare side effect and to contact my doctors. I'm awaiting a call back. But in the meantime, does anyone here know why the bleeding happens? Is there something wrong with my body? Has anyone else had this issue? Thanks everyone

So after a few months of various symptoms cropping up (mucus, cramps, fatigue mostly, & stool getting a bit more watery) and being convinced I was flaring despite my CRP/calprotectin being normal, I had a flexi-sig today (I have the nicest IBD nurses ever, honestly, she completely validated me by saying it's perfectly possible to be flaring without those inflammation markers + since this has been going on a while it should be re-assessed again and booked in the test for urgent) annnnddd... I have mild inflammation in the rectum + sigmoid colon.
On one hand, woo, I can stop telling myself "it's just anxiety" or "oh maybe I just have IBS even whern my IBD is in remission". I finally feel less insane about everything.
But on the other hand, oof. Especially since I'm on prednisolone at the moment (on 20mg as of today, started with 40mg) which, theoretically, *should* be making sure there's NO inflammation, right? So I'm a bit worried about eventually tapering off that, especially since it's not realllllyyyy helped my symptoms other than a *few* days where I've had painless BMs, recently I've been banking on OTC co-codomal and buscopan to get me through some heavy-duty days haha (and immediately notice another decine in symptoms the one day I take a break from those).
I will call my IBD at some point to see where we go from here, because honestly even if it's "mild" I personally cannot live like this, but today's already been so emotionally taxing (enema prep cramps wiped me out, cannula was overstimulating, the actual camera test hurt SO MUCH despite painkillers and oxygen) haha.
So, yay! Yay?

im sorry for the long post. i had to get it out.
I had never had a panic attack in my life. I'm 34. I woke up on Mother's Day and my whole right side felt strange. Tingling, numb. I felt this sense of dread. I don't usually go to the ER for anything, but I felt like I had to. My partner drove me. As we drove the 30 or so minutes to the ER, the symptoms got worse. The tingling, but now a tightening in my chest and a pain when I breathed in too much. I began hyperventilating and I was 100 percent sure I was having a stroke. I'm telling my poor partner I'm dying. It's happening rn and I'm so sorry. I'm telling them I love them. By this point, my wholw body is vibrating, like I was turned to the static channel. And then my hands cramped up and my feet too. My mouth drooped and my speech began slurring. I was dry heaving. it was the most intense and terrifying experience of my life.
We get to the hospital and he runs inside and tells them he thinks I'm having a stroke. Everyone inside looks bored....or not concerned. I get back pretty quickly and the nurses rip my shirt off and start sticking shit on me. One of the nurses told me I was panicking and I needed to breathe. I wasn't having a stroke, it was a panic attack. After some time my hands uncramped. The doctor tells me it's a panic attack but they were still going to do tests.
everything came back normal. my blood pressure was 180/110. They gave me BP meds and sent me home with literature on blood pressure.
I worked the next day against doctors orders. My Jon informed me it would be okay as my job isn't "strenuous" (I work as a behavioral specialist in a group home for girls). Everything was fine with my shift. I knew I had to eventually follow up with a primary but my insurance had not kicked in at work yet. I was just waiting it out.
Turns out, I was not fine. The next day I had off and I relaxed and bed rotted as much as I could. I hadn't slept much since Sunday. I was so scared of it happening again. Wednesday was a treatment meeting with all the staff. As I'm sitting there, that fucking tingling started. I had done some reading in case this happened. I said my ABCs, I sang the lyrics to, "I saw the signs" in my head, tried to engage with people, but by this point I looked absolutely insane, I'm sure. my head was covered in sweat. I managed to get up and ask my boss to step outside with me. she escorted me to her office and I just let it all out. I'm crying and shaking and trying to explain what's happening. she's talking to me and asking questions but I can barely keep up.
I'm told I need to go to the walk in clinic and get anxiety meds immediately (by my boss). she told me to call. I call and they tell me I can't do a walk in, I need mental health help. they transfer me to another person. that person is very confused as to why I was given blood pressure meds for a panic attack. she tells me I'm having an emergency event and need to go to the er and I needed to call an ambulance. I tell her I can't afford that. My mom was on her way. I was not alone. All this while I'm crying shaking and feeling very out of control. it was definitely nowhere near the first, though. That was insane.
I get to the ER and this time, they get a health history, they give me something for anxiety, they give me resources for trauma, they are much more understanding and helpful than the first time. I'm really very grateful for then.
But now I'm on medical leave until I "sort this out" as my boss says. I have an appointment on the 30th for a primary follow up followed by a meeting with a therapist. I'm very confused. Why? Why out of nowhere? I do not want to talk about my feelings and trauma. I don't remember much of the details anymore. I just want to be okay. I'm scared I'm still going to die. I feel like a loser for having a panic attack in the middle of a fucking meeting. I'm embarrassed. I'm just sitting at home with nothing to do until the 30th.
How are you guys doing?

I, 18(F), experienced bad cramps just like I would when I have my period. So, last month I had sex w my bf and thought the condom was leaking so I took plan B. I knew plan B could delay periods or make them come earlier and so it was this month. I had my period 3 days earlier. On my 3rd-4th day I had unprotected sex and he came outside of me (it was kind of pull out method but like he didn't instantly came, he had to do it by himself a little). And now, 5-6 days after I had pretty bad cramps (which is 3 days after my period ended). On flo it said that I start my ovulation 2 days later. One of my friends who also took the pill said that it's probably bcs of the plan B. My worst fear is preganancy, followed by ovarian cysts and endometriosis. But it might just be a hormonal problem bcs of the pill but I'm scared. What do y'all think?

Hi everyone. I was recently diagnosed with endo and have excision surgery scheduled for mid July. My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant since September '22. During the beginning I used easy at home test strips to try and catch when I was ovulating but I almost never got a "true positive" just higher .__ numbers, never past 1, and almost always double peaked. My cycles range from 26 days to 62, averaging 9 cycles a year. Basal Body Temping didn't work for me as I do not have a "normal" sleep cycle and am constantly being woken up by my dogs, but I recently got a TempDrop so I am hoping that will be better than the oral thermometer. I stopped the easy at home tests months ago when I decided to focus on getting my endo taken care of first to see if that was an issue, and now I'm done waiting and want to give us the best possible chance after the surgery.
My questions is, is it worth mentioning to my doctor before the surgery that I'm not sure I am ovulating, or will she most likely just wait until after the surgery to do any tests? Should I start the easy at home tests before mentioning it to her? Has anyone else been TTC and unable to confirm ovulation?