Ha, I worked with a woman about a decade ago who said she took the pill since she was "Fertile Myrtle," and if she so much looked at a man, she'd get pregnant. (And how fucked up is this? She was in her early-mid thirties, married, and four kids, and they wouldn't tie her tubes because she was "too young.")

The fainting may have come from the disturbance to your vagus nerve, which controls a shitload of autonomic processes, and it runs through the cervix.

Oh my pearls. I had never heard of White Whine before, and I thank you for introducing me.

I donate my hair, so as I say, I grow it to harvest it. One day at work, it suddenly became too much, so on my lunch break, I went to the ladies room and cut ten inches off.

It certainly does!

Thanks a lot, Dodai! I will never be able to stop playing this. EVER.

Jean Grey is the name I give all GPS systems, and she is often wrong. I will yell at Jean Grey for sucking and trying to steer me off-course.

Like, Like, LIKE.

Love your username. (Valar morghulis.)

Unfortunately, I live about 1,000 miles away from my family. The whole reason my driving got pulled into this just now is because of the episodes relating to vomiting. I asked my doctor if he'd fill out a form that would allow the public transport authority to come to where I am if I was unable to drive. So, say I…

I add this super-cool pressure to myself as well since it's an invisible condition: people will think this is all in my head or that I'm being a drama queen! Well, no. I voiced that to my boss the other day before my appointment, and she was like "no, it's not invisible. We can tell when it's affecting you, and…

I'm so sorry. That's such a heartbreak to go through. :(

Oh man. Yes, that's abusive, and it sounds like you know it but can't believe it. I don't have advice beyond "ditch that ass; you're worth so much more," and I know that's not exactly helpful when it comes to the brain/heart disconnect. You KNOW it's an unhealthy relationship, but when it comes to making decisions…

Ha! I had one done by a male and one by a female. He told me it wouldn't hurt, and she didn't mention the pain. (Maybe because it was a follow-up so she knew I knew what it'd feel like?)

Thank you. It's infuriating, and I forget the perspective I gained while hospitalized post-embolism. I had this "but I'm alive" mantra going back then. Hospital food sucks, but I'm alive. Leaving work in an ambulance was embarrassing, but I'm alive. I forget to remind myself of that lately, and it's partly…

Thank you. There is so much more to it, but what I'd written was already TL;DR. I do have a diagnosis, but they're looking for additional diagnoses and the diagnostic process is so long and tiring. It's emotionally and mentally draining.

I'm in the "No O" club...not even flying solo. I understand that it's not uncommon for women not to orgasm from intercourse. I've just never had one, but it's still suuuper enjoyable to practice. It does wear on my partner. He sometimes feels inadequate, but he also knows that there's so much involved mentally and…

Here's my thing.

Atypical squamous cells, by chance? I got that result from a pap two years ago, and I was really upset and shit, but the doctors weren't! If that's what it turns out to be, they may want you to have a colposcopy, which is like a longer pap (still not long, but eugh) and they look more closely at your cervix to see…

I'm really sorry. I have nothing eloquent to say, but big ditto to SeaAnemone, FrogAndToadForever, and OrangeLantern. Grief is complicated, and the way people deal often clashes with the way other people deal. You're totally justified in your hurt.