Bet you guys thought I was blowing you off again eh?
Nope. I'm here. And since I am in such a craptastic mood I thought I should share. Hey, that is what friends are for right? Besides I have been giving the world the middle finger all week.
And I tried. I really did. I thought Wednesday could be my my whiny day. And the post I had originally came up with was good and whiny. The problem is I hate whiners...even when it's me. Plus, the Captain is already having to deal with it. Believe me, he deserves a medal just for that.
Yep, my hormones are out of whack and I can't even blame it on pregnancy. Nope, for me, it just the bad luck I have to no longer make them. Never fear, I am on bio-identical hormones (you know you wanted to know right?) but they have stopped working. Did you know they had a shelf life? I certainly didn't. I do now. And let me tell you I will never let that happen again.
When I was thirty two I was diagnosed with a disease (non-fatal) that hindered progesterone production in my body. When I say it hindered it, I mean, it completely stopped. But on the bright side my testosterone levels were soaring. I thought scoring high was good. And I guess some people may want high testosterone levels, yeah, if you have a penis.
Anyway, my doctor put me on hormone replacement therapy. I was very fortunate that I had a doctor that wanted me to go the bio-identical route, b/c when I started I knew nothing about hormone replacement. No synthetic hormones for me. Thank you very much.
I had forgotten how bad I was pre-hormone replacement. But I got a good look this week and can I just say I don't like her. She was bossy, bitchy and brutal. And that was before it got really bad.
So now I have shared and I feel better. Although I think that has more to do with the cream I just rubbed on my ass and not the post I just shared. Now come back tomorrow when I share with you the pleasantries of my last OB/GYN visit. I know you can't wait for that one right?
3 comments:
Though I can blame mine on pregnancy, I've been in the same place! Here's to a nicer version of us:)
having hormones is hard work. here's to that ass cream and lots of sunshine coming at you!
OK, when you said chocolate wasn't working, I didn't realize it was this bad.
Time for the big guns.
Trust me, this works... put on a song and dance your ass off. I mean really DANCE, don't just sway or tap a foot. Go crazy! Cut loose!
One of my favorite dance tunes is That's What I Like About You. There was a dad-induced depression going back about 4 years that landed me in bed for about three weeks. I went to work and that's pretty much it. When it reached the point that hey, maybe you should get a prescription or something, I knew I had to shake myself up.
Dancing helped.
I can't be sad while I'm dancing.
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