Since what you may ask?
Well… Since I peed in a bucket and stored my urine in the refrigerator of course!
And I swear to you – I fully recognize how that statement makes me sound like someone in desperate need of being locked up immediately.
Because really, what kind of a person collects their own urine and keeps it in their refrigerator?
Even more importantly – what kind of person does that twice?
That’s right. I am spending my day peeing in a bucket. Collecting my own urine like some kind of creepy serial killer with a perverse fetish that no one really wants to understand.
Only this time, I’m not keeping it in the fridge. Mostly because I’m pretty sure it would thoroughly freak the roommate out on the off chance that she were to come home and discover a bucket of urine sitting next to her food. Thankfully, it’s still cold enough outside that I am able to store the bucket on the deck for the time being.
Which I’m thinking is at least slightly less creepy than keeping it in the refrigerator… right?
For those of you who weren’t around last year, I suppose I should explain myself. I’m completing a 24 hour urine test for Dr. Naturopath. Apparently it’s the best way to get a complete hormone panel. You collect your urine for 24 hours, and then mail the lab a small frozen sample. It’s all very involved, and thoroughly disgusting, but… my hormones are completely out of whack and this is the first time since this all started that I haven’t been on anything at all to regulate those hormones, so… Now is kind of the best time to get a clear picture of what exactly my hormones do in their natural state.
We can only hope that the results don’t come back quite as disturbing as they did last year.
How do I know my hormones are out of whack now though? Well, there was the whole constant onslaught of tears I was fighting back for the entire month following surgery. Then there’s the fact that my skin can’t decide from week to week whether to be completely broken out or perfectly clear. Then last week, when I should have been ovulating, I instead spotted for about 6 days. So… I think it’s fair to assume that those hormones of mine are all over the place. And as such, Dr. Naturopath wants to get a clearer picture of what exactly is going on. Then from there, we can figure out what needs to be done to get me somehow regulated as naturally as possible.
Because keeping my hormones in check is the best way to keep the endo at bay. It just so happens that I’m more than a little determined to get my body acting normally on its own though, without the help (or detriment) of the chemicals I have spent far too long pumping my body full of. Which is where Dr. Naturopath comes in.
And why I’m currently peeing in a bucket.
Again.
