My story... This might be interesting to write as I have never really written anything like this.
I was born in the fall (October 14th) of 1981. I was the first successful birth following a tubular ligation (tubes tied and untied to have me) in the state of Mn. I started kindergarten at 4. I was an only child and grew up on a farm with some dogs. It was a very boring childhood. I had no friends because I lived in the middle of no where and my parents worked constantly. I went to a private lutheran school for kindergarten thru 3rd grade. It was very small. Only 4 people in my whole grade. My baby teeth had no enamel on them. They came in and crumbled. I therefore had silver caps put on all my teeth. I had a grill!! lol Since I didnt have much social interaction, the dogs were really my only play friends. lol In 4th grade I started public school. I met my first real friend, Wendy. We were inseperable. We both loved horses and eventually got them together. After about 15 years, however we have grown apart. (Actually she did some not so cool things like lying to me, so I had to cut her out.) I had 17 teeth pulled, clamps, vices, spacers, rubber bands, braces, and any other kind of contraption you could think of, glued on to my teeth to fix them. That lasted at least 10 years. I spent almost all of my time with the horses and in the garage with my dad and grampa. I started working at a car parts place as a parts person. I did that for 3 years. At 16, I was at a Valentine's day party with my boyfriend at that time. All the people there got drunk. I didnt drink. 3 guys (including my then bf) pinned me down and raped me. At 17, I went and had my first Pap Smear. (Gross I know!!) They found out I had cervical cancer. After a few appointments that rivaled even the most horrific of Nazi torture chambers, I was free from that. At 18, I moved to California to be with the person I loved. He turned out to be a coke addict and a drunk. I was devistated and lost. I chose to live out of my car instead of living with him in that hostile environment. I didnt want to move back to Minnesota. I was very stubborn and didnt want to admit defeat. I got a decent job, got some better motorcycles, raced a little bit, and then it happened.... September 12th, 2002. Thursday, 4:27 pm, 405 freeway northbound in Santa Monica. I got hit on my motorcycle by a Kia, and then hit the back of an Avalon and got ran over. That was it. My life stopped. I had some major damage to my hip and back. I couldnt walk, let alone drive. My bike was totalled. I couldnt work because I couldnt drive. I couldnt walk to the bus stop. I was done. Cant pay rent if you cant work! I went to doctor after doctor. No one would give me the time of day. They gave me a cane, told me I need a hip replacement in 10 years, and sent me out the door! Sept 13th, I was sitting home in bed, surfing the internet. Someone messages me, completely out of the blue. It was the guy I had a crush on all thru junior high and high school. One month later, he was on a plane flying out to get me and drive back to Mn. On my 21st birthday, we drove thru Vegas on our way back to Mn. We lived together for 2 years. I screwed up and cheated on him. Ruined both our lives, everything crumbled. I slept on a friends couch, I lost all of my friends including the one that let me stay on the couch. My family turned their back on me. I was so alone. During all this, I finally found a doctor that would help me. I was still walking with a cane as needed. I went to physical therapy 2-3 times a week. Had a few injections into my hip.The 2 other people involved in the accident had left me on the freeway. I had a a witness and their license plate numbers. Since I couldnt identify them by a photocopied drivers license photo, they got off completely. I racked up major medical bills because I had no medical insurance. I had quit my job and moved back to Mn. I am still paying for that. I went back to school and got my degree. I started working in the medical field. I was still having complications with my "girlie parts." Persistant pain in my ovaries, emergency room visits, constant bleeding... What a nightmare!! Finally I had reached a point in my life where I wasnt going to continue to deal with the doctors that continued to blow me off. I went to the U of Minnesota Reproductive Specialists. That changed my life. I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, Adnomyosis, and during surgery they found a growth on my left ovary. Not cool. I am now on a couple different hormones but the pain and problems have really subsided. That pretty much brings ya up to date with today. Now wasnt that fun??
