3 miles into my 6 mile run on the treadmill, my cell phone rang. it was casey, my nurse. she told me that my hormone levels were normal and that my uterus looked good, but those 2 extra follicles could indicate PCOS. i shouldn't be surprised, since i've suspected that myself (always maintaining a safe distance into denial, though). now my mantra is "i'm not freaking out. i'm not freaking out." it's always a blow to hear that there could be something wrong with you, whether it's minor or life-threatening. as i sat down on the treadmill to cry after i got off the phone (my 1st good cry in about a year-yay me!) my thoughts were racing. my good ol' use-comedy-to-deflect-pain/fear defense mechanism kicked in. mid-sob i thought of the endorphins that should be surging through my body at that time and my favorite movie quote of all time popped into my head:
"exercise gives you endorphins. endorphins make you happy. happy people just don't shoot their husbands, they just don't."
my hysterical crying quickly turned to hysterical laughing. thank you elle woods! i really needed that.