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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Wednesday is for Whiners...or not

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:

  1. Though I can blame mine on pregnancy, I've been in the same place! Here's to a nicer version of us:)

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  2. having hormones is hard work. here's to that ass cream and lots of sunshine coming at you!

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  3. 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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