If Serene Branson is on an estrogen-based birth control, she needs to go off of it.
By now, most of you have seen the clip. The young, attractive, seemingly healthy reporter who scared America with her incoherent report after Sunday night's Grammy awards.
Watching this on the Internet the following day, my heart skipped a beat. Thankfully, it was announced today that she suffered from a complex migraine. While not bleeding in the brain, it's just as scary. I know. I know exactly how Serene Branson felt at that moment. I know because I lived through it - suffering through a complex migraine, very similar to a TIA, while sitting at work on my college campus nearly 5 years ago.
Do you know what it's like to suddenly lose function of your brain?
I remember the moment it happened. Someone came up to the desk and asked for the time. I stared at the clock on the wall and THOUGHT the time.
But I couldn't say it.
I tried to spit it out. I'm not exactly sure what I said at that moment. I only know it was incoherent based on the woman's face and my co-worker's fast reaction to step in and give her the actual time: just before 1 pm.
From the top of my head to the tips of my fingers went numb. My hearing was muffled. And surprisingly, I didn't panic. Much like Serene, I did not go to the hospital right away. I took two aspirin, drove myself back to my apartment, and called my mom (who, by the way, was panicking). I then called a friend, who also panicked and who kindly drove me to the hospital and stayed with me the rest of the night - keeping Joey and my family updated, bringing me food, and driving me home when all of the poking and prodding was finished.
In the days after, when I learned that I would likely suffer more "attacks" if I stayed on my birth control, I realized how lucky I was. Sure, I wasn't 100% for a while. My speech took about two weeks to fully recover. But I didn't die. I didn't need therapy. Just six months of neurology appointments and some anti-seizure medication, and I was on my way to live the rest of my life. A girl I graduated from high school with was not so lucky. Her estrogen-based birth control caused her to suffer a massive stroke.
I have no idea if Serene Branson is on birth control or not. But what I do know is this: if she is on it, she needs to seriously reconsider that choice.
Life isn't worth living that way.
Yesterday marked 23 days of progesterone-based birth control.
It began like any other day, until the abdominal pain started. On my left side, of course. I didn't think of it until last night. The pain intensified and spread - or "shot" - downward to my leg. It continued through the night and into today.
After a little bit of hemming and hawing, I called and left a message with the RE nurse. She hasn't called back. Surprise.
I have no hesitation about going to the hospital if it worsens. I just wish I didn't have to. I am tired of doctors and hospitals. I am tired of my body aching and failing. I am just tired. Take. the. damn. ovary. out. already.
There, I said it.
Now if only someone would listen.