Your TMI warning is now!
One of my oft-complained about aspects of my litany of conditions is that when researching about them, I'll often encounter a sentence like "it's not clear what causes XYZ".
One of the things I sometimes have to deal with (read: wince and cry) is Bartholin's cysts, (dis)affectionately referred to as Barty Crouch.
What are they? Delightful (reader, they're not) fluid filled bumps of bitch fits that hide within my flaps ready to pounce and demand to speak to a manager.
It makes sitting down painful. It makes moving "wrong" a risky business and the shooting pain of a burst cyst feels like it could launch me into space.
It's not known fully what causes the cysts but from my own experience I have noticed that they can pop up when I have been stressed and the result is flaps in a flap.
As I mentioned in my last post, I've not been sleeping well, and this has been aggravated by worry over an ailing relative these last few days.
You know what also gets aggravated by stress? The electric shock knicker torture of Vestibulitis.
Ibuprofen sometimes helps with the cysts but mostly it's just (im)patience and time.
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