Endo Diet

I’m in to week 3 of an endometriosis diet that has made me go back to basics for eating. It’s not a diet diet, it’s more a lifestyle chance at this stage to see how my body will react to the changes in the food that I am putting into it. 

I’ve spoken to my GP - who gave me little hope of what else I could do for my endo, so I am giving this a try in the hope that it will do something to curve the pain.

I see a naturopath this week to have some testing done - I wasn’t going to, but I thought it might be helpful to see if there is anything that comes up that I should look at.

The following are 10 foods to avoid with endometriosis -

1. Sugar

2. Wheat

3. Soy products

4. Caffeine

5. Alcohol

6. Dairy products

7. Red Meat

8. Saturated fats and oils

9. Refined carbohydrates

10. Additives and preservatives

This breakdown so far has helped. I’m not bloated or in as much pain as what I was. I am starting to crave things tho - dairy this week and it was sugar last week. 

One thing that keeps coming up is that lots of studies have found that many endometriosis sufferers appear to have gluten sensitivity which can cause and increase painful symptoms. Going gluten free is a big challenge in itself, but having all these other restrictions isn’t helping at the moment either.

So, I am giving it 3 months and if I see improvements in my body, I will stick with it. If not, I’ll have to try something else.

private v public

I have had the "joy" of using both the private and public hospital system now. Maisie and Talia were both born in Sydney in a private hospital as we had health cover and the funds to cover all the extra costs. Alice and Pippa were born in the public hospital that services our area, as we had moved to the country and there was no maternity in the private hospital here.

The main differences that I can see are:

1. Midwife care during birth - this comes first as its the first thing that we experienced in both hospitals. The biggest thing was in the public hospital, the midwife never left the room unless it was to go and get something. At the private, we felt that we had to go and find them all the time.

2. Pain relief - there was no mention of pain relief in the public hospital unless we asked about it. In the private when we arrived it was one of the first questions that was asked.

2. Meals - private wins this one...

3. Misc Items - everything was provided at the private hospital, nothing was provided at the public - not even a nappy in the delivery suite or something for the babies to wear.

4. Rooms - Even though I had to share a room for two nights in the private, it was only with one other lady and we shared the bathroom between us. At the public I shared a room with one other lady, but a bathroom with 3 other people which was kind of gross. I know space is limited, but when you are walking down the hall and see empty rooms - it makes you kind of mad.

5. Getting home - after what only seems like a few hours in the public hospital you are told to get packing. The private on the other hand felt like I was there for ages and there was no rush to leave ($ thing?)

6. Care after - I feel like the care at the public was a bit rushed, so many people for them to look after, but that could have also been because we were on baby #3 & 4. I remember having a few of the midwives at the private hospital sitting down and really having a good old chat and explaining things quite clearly and having time to do so.

I don’t fault either of them - all 4 births were good and happy experiences for us.

facebook

Soooo, I quit facebook. Very hard thing to do - I LOVED being able to catch up with people from long long ago and be able to send off a quick email to someone without having to search for their email address. I enjoyed being able to read about what people were up to and look at their photos. BUT things got a little messy - people assumed things, people spoke to quickly, people started to judge what other people were thinking or saying and I felt like it was time to go.

The decision to delete it was the easy part. I got rid of all my photos and videos first and then deleted all my information. Then I decided to delete the 500 and something friends that I had. That was the hard part. Over two nights I deleted everyone - some were harder to delete than others. I just had this feeling of sadness for a lot of other people.

After that I deactivated my account. Then, a couple of days later a friend told me that I could actually delete the whole account (and save me the painful process of deleting everything and everyone) so I got onto that and "deleted" my account. After the 14 days notice period was finally up - my facebook account was gone.

Its now been about 3 months without it - and yes, I have noticed the difference. Not in my time management as some suggested, but in that I cannot just contact people with a click of my fingers. Im also the last person to get invited somewhere - because everything is now via facebook. I miss seeing photos of new babies, old friends and exciting adventures that friends go on that I wouldn’t normally be able to see. I miss seeing what gets announced (or unannounced). Some said that I could rely on Cade for that - those people would assume that Cade reads his "newsfeed" on a regular basis...

What I miss most I guess is the friendships that have been formed from all over the place - just gone with one click of the delete button. People thought I was "breaking up with them" because I had gone off. Phone calls were made, asking why I had deleted them. I wanted to get back on and explain my side, but I couldn’t.

You see, I’m the type of person who loves people, a people person if you wish. I like the friendships that I make in random different areas of my life. I love being able to catch up with people from Primary School via an email. I care about what people think about me and don’t like people to think not good of me. I know that I shouldn’t care - but deep down I do.

So, I quit facebook. Was it a good thing? I’m still not quite sure.