Girlie bits

Apr. 9th, 2009 10:39 pm
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I've been logging my period for quite some time - a number of years - and while the site I was using was adequate, I was on the lookout for something a bit more funky. I found monthlyinfo.com, which, while it's a bit bare-bones, has a nice interface that isn't too relentlessly pink, and has a really nice yet simple stats page. You need to register with an email address, and while you could always crank out a mailinator.com jobbie, I used my usual one, and have not received any messages at all, except the one confirming registration.

An example of the stats is shown below, complete with the data I re-entered from the other site I've been logging at. I could wish for a tool-tip showing the applicable date for each of the graph points (you can see the actual dates on the History page), but I do like the the at-a-glance rendering of the variations in my cycle, what the average is, and also the standard deviation. Now, while it's looking a little random at the moment, those peaks and troughs really just represent a day or so difference in the onset of my period.

A killer app is being able to export the data in XML, CSV or even JSON formats. Very geekily groovy.
monthly.info

While I'm on the topic of bodily things, thank god for osteopaths. I managed to put my jaw out a couple of days ago, doing absolutely nothing at all (and certainly not anything like that, you filthy-minded individuals). I couldn't bite down with my molars at all, and it was most disconcerting. The next day, and half an hour of back pounding and jaw-massaging later, the thing was behaving itself, and I could actually eat lunch like a normal person. Thank god. I hope it doesn't become a trend, though. I'd rather just stick to having a cranky dorsal and cervical region, thanks.
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Part of the reason last week was so speshul for me was that I went to get my lovely lady parts checked up by the doctor. Possibly not the best time to do it, but it was a bit overdue, and I specifically wanted to get screened for HPV, and get the vaccine if I'm negative (the vaccine only covers a few HPV strains, but vaccinating against some of the more virulent kind is better than nothing, and it would be really annoying to develop cervical cancer later on if I was clear up to now). The doc reckons my risk is low - his method of asking was, "Has there ever been PEEN in here?", heh, and while there has, there hasn't been much - but it's good to know one way or the other.

The other thing I wanted to find out about was getting a genetic test for the two genes that have been associated with increased risk of breast cancer (BRCA1 and BRCA2). My mother's sister has had breast cancer twice, when she was under 50, and my grandmother died of cancer (I don't know where it started, but she was apparently riddled with it when she died). And, of course, I don't know anything about my paternal side. This puts me in either a "moderately increased" or "high risk" category. I need to find out what kind of cancer my grandmother died of.

The doctor would have been delighted to refer me for it, but it would cost up to $3000. Fucking jesus christ hell. He says that while most genetic testing comes in at less than $200, the BRCA test has not reduced in price since it was first developed. I bumped into [livejournal.com profile] saluqi at lunchtime afterwards and grizzled about this fact, and she observed that it's probably due to the procedure still being patented. Of course, and if I hadn't been so discombulated by the morning's events, I might have twigged myself.

Now, on doing some research, it turns out the licencee of the BRCA tests (licensed from Myriad Technologies in the US) in Australia and NZ, GTG Technologies, was planning to assert its patent rights, but backed down because of the uproar that took place over it. Prices still haven't dropped, though. And this epitomises what is fucked up about the patent system. I certainly understand granting a patent for developing a new genetic assay method (although I think 20 years is excessive - 10 would be more than enough). What I strongly disagree with is patenting a diagnostic system based on a specific gene (or set of genes). They didn't invent the fucking genes, and any genetic researcher, on knowing the association, would be able to test for exactly the same thing. It's like patenting a business method, or thought process, neither of which are legally patentable in many jurisdictions. Or software patents, but we won't get into that one (because I naturally disagree with such things - should I patent every regular expression I write to filter a log?) What's even more galling is that in Europe, the patent for the BRCA1 test was revoked years ago by the EU Patent Office.

So, what does this all mean for me? If I was an Ashkenazi Jew, there would be no question of my running into the genetic testing clinic and demanding a test. Of course, I don't know what half my family background is. The other thing is that 8% of women will develop breast cancer in their lifetimes, but only 0.4% of women will develop a breast cancer associated with either of the BRCA genes (I don't know how much that number will change as more women get genetically tested - I don't even know if it's routine these days for any women with breast cancer). So what I'll do is find out from my mother what kind of cancer my grandmother died of, and ask my aunt whether she was ever genetically tested after developing breast cancer in both breasts. And maybe during the next few years, the price of the test will reduce.

If I did have such a test, and it was found to be postive for either of the mutated genes, I think I'd have prophylactic surgery. I initally thought that such a measure was pretty extreme, but I'm not exactly attached to my breasts (although I feel fonder of them than I used to), and better to get rid of most of them before trouble arises. Well, we'll see - I'm not exactly looking forward to either of those conversations with my mother or my auntie.
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Do not attempt clothes shopping at the post-Xmas sales at the mall when it's the first day of your period. You feel blobtastic, so nothing is going to look good, and if it might, you're too discombulated to actually purchase anything. Also, malls are horrible, as is clothes shopping in general.

Also, if you give up on the shops, discovering you put your shirt back on inside-out in the last changing room makes you feel like an idiot after having walked around for 15 minutes without noticing. The taxi back home - after deciding that waiting twice as long for a bus as it would ordinarily take to walk back would be stupid - was the first sensible decision you made all day.

Beer and Neurofen naow plz.

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While I don't think I'm particularly more grumpy at certain times of the month - frankly, who can tell? - the filters definitely wear a bit thinner, both incoming (in terms of being able to filter out stuff that isn't normally much of a big deal) and outgoing (while judging what and how to say something can be problematic at the best of times, let's just say that aspect is not enhanced).

I did a nice big rant to the CDL and the Bear the other day, about my dislike of the album Bat Out of Hell by Meatloaf. There are a couple of reasons for that dislike. One is that, sad to say, it's a class thing. Over-dramatic white trash emoting-via-screaming doesn't really give me warm fuzzies at the best of times. It reminds me of dire parties in smoky drafty garages, shitty loud music playing (at least predominantly Maori parties had better food and decent music), with a bunch of boozed-up men trying to out-macho each other, while their women gossip viciously on the margins, or attempt to outdo each other in swapping turgid tales of their life fuckups. There is a reason I'm mainly attracted to middle-middle or upper-middle class more-rational-than-me (yet sufficiently sensitive) educated types (not that the middle classes are not capable of being dramatic, but they express it less, hm, "messily", and I do duck the more out-there type).

I actually don't mind the track Heaven Can Wait, or the music from the track Bat Out of Hell. Although how anyone can listen without rolling their eyes at such lines as "You're the only thing in this whole world that's pure and good and right" or "And the last thing I see/ Is my heart, still beating .../ Breaking out of my body and flying away/ Like a bat out of hell." Oh, I know every word of this album, believe me.

But, you know, I feel that way about much mid-late 70's macho (although what's so macho or "hard" about a bunch of men screaming in falsetto has always been beyond me) rock. No, I have a special animus for that album because it reminds me of my stepfather... and that's been stirred around a bit subconsciously, as it turns out, by events in the news this past week.

The song I particularly dislike from that album is Paradise by the Dashboard Light. It's apparently supposed to be hilarious, but the tale of a woman pressuring a man into marriage (that he will "love her till the end of time") before she'll let him fuck her is fairly low on my list of humorous topics. And the penultimate lines "So now I'm waiting for the end of time to hurry up and arrive" certainly sums up my view on my mother's first marriage (I'd come along before she married, alas).

cut for long and personal blurge on child abuse )

Also, it'd be nice to learn to recognise what stirs up rant-prone behaviour before going into rant mode, or having to put up with several nights of horrible dreams before having a light-bulb moment. Heh. At least I get there eventually, at sufficiently frequent intervals.

And thank god that I can vent here when I figure it out... I might actually get some work done now I'm no longer quite so much in the Slough of Despond.
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If this is part of getting older, it can screw itself. I never used to have much of a problem with PMT - mostly physical symptoms and a bit of "edginess" a couple of days before I bleed. The last several months, my breasts don't seem to be acting reliably football-like at such times, but I'm feeling it more emotionally. This week, I've been up and down like a yo-yo (with the extremes apparently being bolshiness and insecurity), and it's driving me insane. And probably anyone I encounter.

Tomorrow I have a stupid seminar I don't want to attend that I need to be at by 8:30 (and that's pushing it - "mingle" time starts at 8). I hate those sorts of things (I can look at the website if I want to learn about a product... but my boss is interested and can't attend), and I also hate being anywhere work-related before 9am. And I also hate having less than 8 hours' sleep, and since I'm still up pissing around on teh intarwebs, I won't be getting that either.

What I feel like doing right now is something that involves drugs and/or copious booze and/or rampaging sex. With someone else. Since the relatively healthy option is not one I can avail myself of right now, and I really am too "good" to do the other two, I'm having to listen to loud thrashy music (...despite all my rage, I'm still just a rat in a cage...) to try and do something with this displaced energy. I've tai chi'd myself up the wazoo this week, which while it hasn't helped this particular issue, should ensure that I'll pwn all on Thursday (which is not actually the aim, and at the pathetic level I'm at, is totally laughable... but maybe I would have achieved something constructive with this week).

Blah blah rant. See, I've been trying to not do the ranting thing online since Saturday... futile. I just have to suck it up. Fuck.

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