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My compulsion to remain silent about the chronic yeast infections and related malaise is strong. Nobody wants to hear about your broken pussy! the chorus chides in my head. Why not? Because it’s gross. And unpleasant. And not very sexy. And depressing. But so what? Life is sometimes gross, unpleasant, unsexy, and depressing. Carlin tells me it’s okay that I don’t have answers, so despite my preference for neatly wrapped happy endings, I’m squeezing out an update.
When I wrote about this in October, I was on the cusp of another month-long anti-candida regimen. The diet was restrictive. Some would say restrictive in the extreme, but it’s all a matter of perspective. The probiotic doses I took were hefty and expensive. The vaginal suppositories, luckily, were tapered. I was not battling a run-of-the-mill yeast infection. I faced a demonic stank-producer that had taken up residence and needed some serious persuasion to vacate.