Bodies are silly

[lynxgriffin]

So, my little bro headed off to Texas today, where he'll be doing his theater thang. The house is going to get pretty empty soon...


Also had that physical today, which, y'know...goes as well as physicals go. I'm really glad I have my doctor, since she's very sweet, very calming, and talks you though everything. Aaaaand found out from her that yes, I have PCOS. :| Not surprising, since it's supposedly pretty common in women, and I have a bunch of the classic symptoms. Right now it's really not hurting me more than just being a nuisance, but I should really start exercising again to make things less risky in the future.

I got a prescription for birth control pills, which I've never taken before (since I never saw a need), and I'm debating getting them becaaaause insurance only covers a bit of the cost. I think I'm leaning towards getting them anyway, even with extra cost. It would be really nice to get rid of what symptoms I can. 8|


WELL, aside from that unpleasantness, here's today's movie...


Amadeus
I actually liked this movie more than I thought I would! It was a little on the long side, and I missed a small section because YouTube failed, but otherwise everything in it was great...the acting, the writing, the costumes and sets, the cinematography and the overall story. It was also kinda interesting to watch since I've been to Vienna and Salzburg, and I could recognize a few of the locations (at least some of the exteriors.)

This was one of those few movies where I felt I could identify with both the hero and the villain...Salieri was obviously sinister in his working Mozart into a panic, but I think every artist has experienced some degree of jealousy and feeling of unfairness towards another artist who is much more talented and gets lots more attention with less actual work on their part. And I think everyone's gotten that rotten feeling where you discover that an artist you really admire is actually a douche. At the same time, there's sympathizing with Mozart at being faced with uninformed demands from your employers, censorship, and the drive to create art versus actually making a living. Sometimes it is enough to drive anyone to madness. That, and Tom Hulce did a great job at the role, because Mozart was just funny to watch in his annoying recklessness. So yeah, it's not often that I've seen a movie that makes the hero and the villain into sympathetic characters.

And yeah, I've read several places that the movie is really nothing like real life (that Salieri was friends with Mozart, less of a rival), but just on the basis of a movie, it's a great story.


Drawing: Started on some more sketches for that long project

Writing: Started on second treatment

Days until BBS release: 33

Comments

[bouncy-erbear.livejournal.com]

I've been taking B.C. pills for a few years now to help with period regulation. It is very helpful for that and it's given me shorter periods as well.

[ggmoonycrisco.livejournal.com]

B.C.'s worth it. It cleared up my acne and it's kind of nice to know exactly when you're going on your period.

[purapea.livejournal.com]

The pill is really worth taking with PCOS, because it really helps to regulate your symptoms, and mine were gone within a couple months of taking the pill. Obviously it's different for everyone, but regulating symptoms really made me feel so much better about myself. I'm super glad you got it checked though <3

[tricia868]

I'm not sure what the cause of my symptoms in that area is, but the pill actually made things worse in my case. I really hope it can help you out, and I know it's done wonders for a ton of people, but when I went on the pill, rather than regulating my periods and eliminating some of the pain I was in, I was missing periods and still in pain; I went off them after missing a couple periods, and my hormones were so messed up at that point that I spent about a week in a full-on emotional breakdown. And I didn't know it was the hormones causing it, either, until I started my period and suddenly stopped bursting into tears every time I opened my mouth. (That week, I was so messed up emotionally that my therapist actually asked me if I was suicidal. I wasn't, never have been, but the fact that she needed to ask...)