I'm warning you now, this is about my health. There will be icky gross details you might not care to know. This could be the epitome of TMI. But it's my life, it's something I'm scared about, and I would have to say it's fairly serious. If you can't handle hearing about all my body, don't read anywhere past this.

I've had six yeast infections, in eight months. My first EVER in January. My periods hurt like a bitch on the first day, a lot of the time I can't get out of bed, even with advil. It's not unusual for me to completely miss a period. They never are on time. My skin always breaks out incredibly bad right before my period starts. I'm prone to urinary tract infections. I've been tested for cystic ovaries, came up negative.

At current moment, I'm freaked out. There are so many bad effects from not just the TREATMENT of a yeast infection, but just having it to begin with. There's even cases where women have had the chances of having children seriously damaged from this. It's scary.

Now, why I don't just go to a doctor you ask...

Simple.

We don't have health insurance anymore. It expired last month, we couldn't afford it. And I think everyone knows damn well I doctor won't even recognize your existence without insurance, I grew up with asthma and no insurance, I'd know.

So I have no idea what to do. Right now I'm just fighting to tell my mother that I have my sixth yeast infection of the year. Last time she flipped out, I told her to calm down, wait, it's probably no big deal. Now I wish I HAD gone to the doctor. Too bad you can't change the past.

I know what I most likely need is to be put on the pill, it'd balance my hormones out, I know plenty of women that have had to do it. It's certainly not as dangerous as it used to be. Especially not for someone my age. But HOW to do it... That's the problem. I have no insurance and I can't really afford to see a doctor. The latter of which I know my mother is going to insist on and my only concern being insurance and whether we can actually afford it.

I guess I'm just writing all this out trying to figure out what the hell I need to do. Any thoughts are obviously welcome.

Sometimes I think life's out to kick my ass, then I realize, it's all a lesson, and for some reason I'm being taught this one.

But I still wonder... Couldn't the lessons be gentler?