Ok...so for the past 6 months or so, I've been in a funk that I couldn't explain. I really don't want to socialize. If Michael didn't live with me, I would probably not even want to see him. I couldn't put my finger on it.
I was going through mood swings & depression like I've never done before. Which is odd...really odd. Usually, the "once a month" thing is enough...but...well...since I hadn't had a "once a month" thing for about 6 months, I couldn't blame my craziness on that.
Then I remembered. Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. Basically, I'm infertile until I "want" to conceive. LOL. The "want" to conceive is wacked out, because let's say I want to have a child. I will have to do this to have my own baby:
1. Go on progestin & estrogen birth control pills for a year. Fun times. Especially since I have breast cancer on both sides of my family; it'll make it fun.
2. So if I don't go on the BC pills, I will have to get synthetic progestin. Shots. Fun times. I think that's actually worse than the pill.
3. Spironolactone. In layman's terms, a diuretic. Since the symptoms of PCOS is acne, hair loss, and "male pattern hair growth" (hair on face and toes...which unfortunately I have), this helps these symptoms. Basically, I have too much testosterone in my body.
4. If I come up with diabetic stuff (which I haven't), then they'll have to treat that.
5. Fertility medicines. Yay!!! Michael & I could have our own football team - with one pregnancy.
6. And if all of this doesn't work - then it's (cue "happenin'" music) LAPROSCOPIC OVARIAN DRILLING. Yeah, it's as scary as it sounds. Basically, they either destroy or remove an ovary in hopes of stimulating the other. Ugh.
As crappy as this sounds...ya know...PCOS is the best birth control ever!!!
But...I'm scared that one of the cysts have actually burst, which could mean a huge mess. Sigh.
Well, we'll see.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
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