stats...

Well, let the poking and prodding begin...or continue, I guess. I found out last week I most likely have something that 20% of the American population deals with. Thankfully, that's a pretty high statistic which means that doctors know exactly how to treat it. However, despite how common a medical condition is, it doesn't make it any easier to know that I am now part of that statistic.

After donating what seemed like endless vials of blood last week - it was probably close to like 4 or 5, but when you're sitting there staring at anything but the needle in your arm and making awkward conversation with the person who handles hundreds of blood samples day in and day out, it can seem like a lot more, my husband and I have decided to seek a second opinion after an opportunity presented itself (Thanks, mom-in-law!).

I'm pretty sure I'll get the keep the rest of my blood, but more poking, prodding, questions and repeated answers are what I get to anticipate in the next couple weeks. I know, lucky me, right? The nightmares have already started and I'm sure as more appointments and potential procedures fill up my calendar, they'll only get worse. But hopefully, it's all a means to an end.

Ironically, after talking to some of my close friends in our little circle, it turns out the statistics are actually pretty dead on because out of the whole lot of us - 10 or so give or take depending on the day, occasion and venue, 3 of us now share a common bond. Just a little over 20 %.

Freaky, huh?