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I've gone over tentative data and come to an aproximate conclusion: I will probably be able to have my operation in March. Assuming our tax money comes through and assuming we are able to gather up another $2000, I should be able to start TTC by March. I've already contacted the clinic to have the beginning forms sent to me. After I get those sent off, I can make an appointment if I have the requisite $1500 -which I'm pretty sure we will be able to save providing nothing goes terribly wrong around here at Errahpe house. So long as no cars go belly up, no kids get sudden violent illnesses, no jobs get revoked and no computers explode, it should be a "go!" folks.
BIG congratulations go out to my lady and her man for getting engaged. Of course, being first Matron I have many responsibilities like getting her stinking drunk the week before and reminding her she really does want to do this thing. Think I can handle it? Cute story, no? *giggles*
I hate migraines. I been having them a lot lately. I went to my "new" doctor about a month ago and had a little chat. It started (as it usually does with me) by my flat statement "first off, you need to understand that I absolutely HATE doctors. And not in that scared-anxiety kind of way. I mean you doctors have harrassed and beleaguered the hell out of me all my life and i have no qualms about switching doctors." She took that reasonably well. Now, most doctors, when I give them the "I HATE doctors" speech do one of two things; they ask "why do you hate doctors so much?" or they smile and privately tell themselves that they're going to prove me wrong. The ones who smile always confirm my passion. She was a smiler. Greeeat.
We have a little chat about what's bothering me (several things at that point) and I admit to several important points:
1) I have problems with depression
2) I have insomnia
3) I have problems with anxiety and tension
4) I have skin reactions concurrent with stress levels
5) I have migraine
6) I am quite familiar with my own body and it's peculiarities
The doctor decided that the depression (which is honestly the least of my worries) was The Thing To Focus On.
Greeeat.
We had a little talk about what we were going to do about the whole thing. She kept talking about putting me on anti-depressants. I was adamant that I don't want to be on anti-depressants because really my bouts of depression are manageable and not anywhere near being dangerous. I wanted only two things: something to help me sleep and migraine medicine. I kept telling her that I was fairly sure that my depression would ease up just fine if I could get some decent sleep and be able to relax a little more often. Still she tried to push anti-depressants on me. I kept telling her I had tried SSRI's before and I didn't like them. Finally, I agreed to seek counselling for my depression if she would simply prescribe some sleep meds and some migraine meds. I even told her what kind of sleep meds I wanted (Ativan - which I got from the hospital after meningitis) but she assured me "we don't prescribe that anymore" She said she was giving me something else that was milder and if I took it regularly might help prevent migraine. She also tried to sell me on anti-depressants by telling me it was the only medication for anxiety. Still, I resisted getting SSRIs. Eventually, she wrote out two prescriptions.
So off I went to the pharmacy afterwards. Got my Imitrex and my "sleep" medication. I took some the very next night. As I was lying in bed, waiting for some kind of sleepy feeling I wasn't feeling too good at all. The next thing I know, I'm sitting up in bed having the mother-of-all-anxiety attacks. Not fun. Anxiety attacks are precisely why I have problems sleeping (which I told the good doctor)
I go downstairs and look up the medicine she prescribed for me. Waddaya know, it's Elavil - an SSRI. Fuck me sideways because I look up this stuff and find anxiety (rapid heartrate, palpitations, worry and SLEEPLESSNESS) to be some of the occasional side-effects. Of course, sleepiness is also a possible side-effect but I didn't get that one. Of course I get the sleepLESSness because palpitations and rapid heartbeat are EXACTLY what cause my insomnia in the first place. All of which I had patiently explained to the good doctor.
So now I've got a bottle full of pills I can't do anything with and insomnia still.
And oh yeah, I switched doctors.
NOW you know why I haven't been around much.
BIG congratulations go out to my lady and her man for getting engaged. Of course, being first Matron I have many responsibilities like getting her stinking drunk the week before and reminding her she really does want to do this thing. Think I can handle it? Cute story, no? *giggles*
I hate migraines. I been having them a lot lately. I went to my "new" doctor about a month ago and had a little chat. It started (as it usually does with me) by my flat statement "first off, you need to understand that I absolutely HATE doctors. And not in that scared-anxiety kind of way. I mean you doctors have harrassed and beleaguered the hell out of me all my life and i have no qualms about switching doctors." She took that reasonably well. Now, most doctors, when I give them the "I HATE doctors" speech do one of two things; they ask "why do you hate doctors so much?" or they smile and privately tell themselves that they're going to prove me wrong. The ones who smile always confirm my passion. She was a smiler. Greeeat.
We have a little chat about what's bothering me (several things at that point) and I admit to several important points:
1) I have problems with depression
2) I have insomnia
3) I have problems with anxiety and tension
4) I have skin reactions concurrent with stress levels
5) I have migraine
6) I am quite familiar with my own body and it's peculiarities
The doctor decided that the depression (which is honestly the least of my worries) was The Thing To Focus On.
Greeeat.
We had a little talk about what we were going to do about the whole thing. She kept talking about putting me on anti-depressants. I was adamant that I don't want to be on anti-depressants because really my bouts of depression are manageable and not anywhere near being dangerous. I wanted only two things: something to help me sleep and migraine medicine. I kept telling her that I was fairly sure that my depression would ease up just fine if I could get some decent sleep and be able to relax a little more often. Still she tried to push anti-depressants on me. I kept telling her I had tried SSRI's before and I didn't like them. Finally, I agreed to seek counselling for my depression if she would simply prescribe some sleep meds and some migraine meds. I even told her what kind of sleep meds I wanted (Ativan - which I got from the hospital after meningitis) but she assured me "we don't prescribe that anymore" She said she was giving me something else that was milder and if I took it regularly might help prevent migraine. She also tried to sell me on anti-depressants by telling me it was the only medication for anxiety. Still, I resisted getting SSRIs. Eventually, she wrote out two prescriptions.
So off I went to the pharmacy afterwards. Got my Imitrex and my "sleep" medication. I took some the very next night. As I was lying in bed, waiting for some kind of sleepy feeling I wasn't feeling too good at all. The next thing I know, I'm sitting up in bed having the mother-of-all-anxiety attacks. Not fun. Anxiety attacks are precisely why I have problems sleeping (which I told the good doctor)
I go downstairs and look up the medicine she prescribed for me. Waddaya know, it's Elavil - an SSRI. Fuck me sideways because I look up this stuff and find anxiety (rapid heartrate, palpitations, worry and SLEEPLESSNESS) to be some of the occasional side-effects. Of course, sleepiness is also a possible side-effect but I didn't get that one. Of course I get the sleepLESSness because palpitations and rapid heartbeat are EXACTLY what cause my insomnia in the first place. All of which I had patiently explained to the good doctor.
So now I've got a bottle full of pills I can't do anything with and insomnia still.
And oh yeah, I switched doctors.
NOW you know why I haven't been around much.
