For Women Only-- The Dough Also Rises

So I’ve had a bit of a weird week health-wise and I went to the doctor today to see if we could piece together why I haven’t been feeling like myself. Problem is I’ve been watching too many Medical Mystery-type shows. Our local paper also has one of these weekly in the Health section and I’m captivated by the stories. The common theme is that it takes an awful long time before people find answers to their puzzling medical problems.

So when I started having some vision problems and a lot of brain fog this week, I wanted to be sure I was very specific about my symptoms. Then when I noticed I’d gotten got a little yeasty down there, I knew I should share that, too. I wanted the doc to be fully informed. But how much is too much?

I didn’t want to get caught up in years of misery like the girl in the newspaper who was treated for eczema when she really had a tropical parasite living in her leg (!!) but I didn’t want to over-share either.

For instance, I DID mention that I haven't exercised at all in years. I DID mention the date of my last period. Christmas Eve-- how could I forget all that joy?

I did NOT mention as they took notes and then 3 vials of blood, that I may have become a little too enamored with the fabulous heated seats in my brand new car during this week's cold snap.

I mean, what if having all that heat and yeast together had turned me into some kind of unwitting focaccia bakery?

Was I correct in keeping my mouth shut?