medicine

I tried everything to make my symptoms go away. Eventually, after nearly ten years, I started finding articles about the low FODMAPs diet.

If you’re like me, you’ve probably been getting annual pelvic exams since you were a teenager. You did this because conventional wisdom told you that you needed a Pap smear and a physical exam to keep your vagina and uterus up and running. Also, your doctor probably held your birth control prescription hostage every year until you came in to get checked out.

There were pills for the pain, but there was nothing that could help me forget that my boyfriend didn’t truly care about me. I couldn’t swallow a drug and turn my partner into someone who not only wanted to take my pain away, but believed that I was in pain at all. There wasn’t a prescription a doctor could write that would make my despair believable. There wasn’t a cure for my boyfriend’s apathy.

Pediatrician by day, blogger by night.

I couldn’t listen to another puerile sales pitch in someone’s living room, promising the moon and then selling you something that “tastes just like sugar.” (It doesn’t. Not even sort of.)

The FDA has approved a new drug for banishing double chins . . . it's ACID.

Psychiatric illness is still stigmatized. And that’s hard when you have a psychiatric illness.

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.