Friday, November 11, 2011

Oh Friday, How I Love You...

What a lovely week I've had.

If you didn't read that with the utmost sarcasm, go back and re-read it, I'll wait. Done? Okay, now that we've gotten that squared away, it's been a pretty unpleasant week. I had to go to the doctor on Monday, which wouldn't be a big deal except that I haven't been to the doctor for a wellness check-up in, oh, let's say 12+ years. I was so nervous, which is both silly and completely justified, given how long it has taken me to get around to going. I mean, I've had medical insurance for a year and a half, or so, I should have gone before now, but I procrastinated.

The only thing that prompted me to go right now is that something really strange happened with my system, a strange reaction to a steroid shot I got a month ago, which made me worried--thanks, Kenalog shot, you're awesome (*eyeroll*). So, begrudgingly, I went. Of course, my nerves about it meant I couldn't focus at all on Monday, so work was absolutely torturous. I did get through both work and the appointment okay, without bursting into tears randomly, so that was positive. I saw a really lovely doctor, who listened to my plethora of medical problems with patience and made me feel like much less of a basket case.

She said she thinks I have PCOS, since I have all of the classic symptoms. Not, cool... but if that's the case I want to know it so I can start to treat it. Of course, now I'm worried because next year my insurance ends when my job is over, in May, I think, and how am I going to afford to keep being treated. I figure I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. In order to check for that disorder, however, I had to have bloodwork, which I went for yesterday, and two rather unpleasant ultrasounds, which I go for this coming Monday (Nov. 14th). So, now that I'm done being nerve-wracked about the doctors appointment, I get to be nerve-wracked about the ultrasounds. Sometimes, being a woman just doesn't pay.

Also, at my appointment on Monday, I asked her to put me on the pill. This is two fold, both because that random crazy occurance made me concerned that my infertility might be less infertile, and that I might be ovulating (heaven forbid!), and also because the pill helps with the symptoms of PCOS. She agreed and put me on Orthocyclen (Sprintec), which is fine, except that she told me to take one Monday night, one Tuesday Morning, and another Tuesday night to get caught up with the usual Sunday start date. This is where the problem came in. Monday night I took it and felt fine, but on Tuesday morning after taking the second one I got pretty sick. Like, very sick. Like, throwing up all over the place sick. I called the doctor's office Tuesday afternoon, after being sick all day, and they told me it was the estrogen from the pills, to go ahead and take the third pill (Tuesday night), and prescribed me Compazine for the nausea. Fantastic (and I mean that!!), it worked wonders.

Now I feel fine, but after having blood work yesterday, I'm starting to worry they might find something horrible in my test results. I wonder, do people who go to the doctor regularly worry so much about blood tests and pap results? They're testing me for a whole bunch of hormonal problems, most of which are associated with PCOS, for thyroid problems, and all the regular stuff like A1C (tests for diabetes), cholesterol, and all that good stuff. It should be another week or so before I know anything, which makes me stressed out in a major way. Stressing is so stupid, too, because now there's nothing I can do at this point, either way. Ugh. Maybe my problem is the overall feeling of helplessness at not being able to do anything. I'm sure I'll feel better once the results from all those tests are in and I know that I'm fine, or not, or whatever.

Okay, it's time for me to go. Both because I'm writing this on a break, at work, and because I've already said too much for one post. Besides, who really cares about my medical issues besides me and my family? No one, I know. I hope everyone's had a better week than I have, and has a good weekend to come.