So I’ve been waking up in the morning feeling really lucky.
I’m pretty sure it’s because of the hormone replacement therapy patches the doctor prescribed me. For months after my hysterectomy to say I felt blah blah blah would be an understatement. I went from normally very upbeat, talk a mile a minute, positive outlook on well, just about everything. To grumpy, pissed off, bull in a china shop (as my boss put it), mad at the world Becky.
My situation came as a shock, considering I come from a line of superwoman… because when I talked about this to the women in my family, according to them not a one of them suffered from any kind of emotional or physical changes due to having your female organs yanked out, or from just the normal getting older. In light of all of that, I decided to just tough it out, instead of doing anything about it.
That is…until I had the following conversation with my doctor.
“Becky, how are you feeling?” he asked.
“I feel fine…other than I’m pissed off all of the time. I not only cry at goodbyes, I cry at hellos and everything in between.” I pulled out my wadded up ball of kleenex, which I now brought with me everywhere, and dabbed my watering eyes.
“And?” he prodded.
“And I yell at other drivers now…well I always kinda did that, once in a while, you know…when someone cuts you off. But lately, it’s non-stop…for every little thing. I won’t even go into the fact of how much I yell at my kids now. Doc, it’s as if some grumpy impatient, screaming bitch, has taken over my body. I…am not…me! I don’t know who this person is who had invaded me, but I don’t like her at all.”
“Any night sweats?”
“Nope” I answered
“Any hot flashes?” he asked as he turned to the computer and began typing…and typing…and typing.
“Once in a while” I answered…while pondering what life will be like in the rubber room he is surely going to recommend I live in for the rest of my life. I wasn’t just crying now…I was sobbing uncontrollably…and mad at myself for being so ridiculously emotional.
The doctor continued to type for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he turned to me and asked,
“Have you considered hormone replacement therapy?”
“Yea, but I thought it was only prescribed in cases where the symptoms were affecting your quality of life…like outragous night sweats, or non-stop hot flashes.”
The good doctor handed me a fresh tissue, smiled at me and said, “wouldn’t you consider all of this as affecting your quality of life? Not to mention those around you, and their quality of life?”
Duh…
So there you have it….I am no longer a raging hormone-less ball of pissed off energy.
Ahhh…the miracles of medicine…
BM
