Today, I went to my doctor's office and had my final of six Lupron injections.
For those of you just tuning in, earlier this year I had an exploratory laparoscopy to confirm an endometriosis diagnosis.
Actually having the disease prompted my doc to prescribe a six month course of Lupron as a follow-up therapy.
Many of you may remember my kvetching during the first couple of months about the hot flashes and night sweats. Those went away after a while, but the puffy face, swollen knees, and elephant thighs did not.
That is why I'm going to be so freakin' excited when this month is out and I look like myself again. You wouldn't think that a few pounds of water weight could damage a woman's self-esteem, but let me tell you - it can. I've had to buy special clothes to hide my knees and thighs because I feel like they look like they had reverse-liposuction.
I'm stoked.
I spent a goodly portion of this morning, namely the gap between 5 am and 12:30 barfing every fifteen minutes.
You know what the problem with barfing every fifteen minutes is when you haven't had anything to eat since around 6 yesterday?
Of course you do.
I think it's time to hide the good drugs in the junk drawer and switch back to Advil.
I'm still waiting for my stomach to deflate, too, so one good thing is that work has one strike against it tomorrow. Those suckers won't know what's coming when I do go back.
Excuse that last scatter-brained post. What I really meant to say was that all these years I have not been a hypochondriac and that I do/did have endometriosis.
I have to go back to the doctor in two weeks to begin getting hormone surpression shots.
I'm contemplating whether I should post the pictures....
Thanks to all who were sending good mojo my way!
(Wow. That was a really random title. I don't know why I typed that. Must be that mild case of Monday I came down with this morning.)
So. I do that thing this coming Friday. I didn't think they'd be able to pull everything together that fast, but they did. I have to see my LadyBits Doctor tomorrow for whatever pre-op thing they do and then have to go straight to the hospital to meet with the anesthesiologist. I guess he or she will take my weight and blood pressure or whatever it is they do to ensure that they don't give me an elephant dose of anesthetic. I don't want to be one of those people who wakes up and throws up.
The next available date they had to do the procedure was the 22nd which is a Tuesday. That would have required me to miss too many days of work...and as much as I like missing a good day of work or three, I don't think I have enough sick time built up.
I think this would be a good time to start a new knitting project.
So...I'm going to do it. I spoke about this some last year before my blownfuse.us archives went shitdizzle. For those of you who don't know the backstory I'll work on digging that out of my dinosaur laptop some time later.
I'm not excited.
I need to find out just how much this is going to cost me--my insurance is pretty shitactular (I have a $35 copay everytime I go to the doc). I may have to give up beer for a couple of months.
I've let Bossman know that I'm going to have a "procedure" done in the near future and left it at that.
I guess I can look forward to having a couple of days off of work, even if I will be miserable.
...avert ye eyes, gentlemen.
Anyone else ever recall taking birth control pills and as a side effect been woken up with terrible pangs of starvation? And then you eat and are still grumbly?
This is weird. I feel like I'm wasting away.