This blog post discusses women’s health issues and other things that would make my husband squirm, gag and possibly vomit. You’ve been warned.
I met with a new family doctor who specializes in women’s health and more specifically, hormonal balance.
Up in the great, white north (a.k.a. Canada) our health care is provided by the province and is funded, for the most part, by our taxes. We do not usually pay to go to a family doctor or the hospital. Nor do we usually pay for X-rays, vaccinations and the like.
Having said that, we can access certain medical tests and practitioners quicker and easier if we choose to go private and pay for these services. This new doctor that I met is just that. She is a family doctor but, she has chosen to open a private clinic that is not funded by the provincial government as it is outside the realm of their financial responsibility. Apparently, hormonal balance just isn’t a provincial priority.
I opted to try the private route because I cannot continue to live in this perpetual state of chaos. A constant state of panic, anxiety and the general sense that I am losing my fucking mind.
I scheduled an appointment a while back and it was for this week. Leading up to my appointment, I had twelve vials of blood sucked out of me which were mostly covered under our provincial health plan. Phew!
In a nutshell, I am estrogen dominant.
This is exactly what I told my other family doctor back in November when I first started having symptoms of perimenopause. I told her I thought this was all hormonal and she said, “It can’t be, you’re too young”.
I have gone through three and a half months of hell because my family doctor didn’t believe this could all be hormones and I didn’t believe myself. I should have believed in myself but I didn’t. Sigh.
This new doctor went through my family history (which is a complete gene swamp), my symptoms (good lord, it was a long conversation) and then she went over my blood test results.
Part of me wanted to stand up and scream “Eureka!”.
I should have.
But I didn’t.
A lost opportunity. Oh well.
It turns out, during one’s luteal phase (the last two weeks of your cycle), estradiol should be below 790 pmol/L.
Mine was over 1,000 pmol/L.
Boom! There it is!
On top of that, I have low progesterone; I don’t have enough progesterone to balance out (lower) the estradiol.
I’m not losing my fucking mind after all!
Well I am, but at least we know the cause!
In addition, I have very little vitamin D (which affects mood) and also need to supplement with B Complex and magnesium (which will apparently help my anxiety).
Say it with me…
To balance out the estrogen, I am starting bio-identical progesterone cream. I am starting on the lowest dose and it is a cream I will rub into my forearms the last two weeks of my cycle.
There could be side effects such as bloating and increased anxiety (God help me!), but we are talking about my quality of life and right now, it sucks so I am willing to try the progesterone cream to see what happens.
Oh, and I have a urinary tract infection. Everything else just wasn’t enough. Peeing blood is the icing on the cake. Why not freak out the anxious, panicky girl by making her pee blood! Someone up there is having a good laugh! Seriously. Please pass the antibiotics and someone fetch me a martini. Fun times.
So there you have it.
I am indeed losing my mind, but thankfully we have identified the cause. My hormones are riding a roller coaster through hell.
When will this chaotic, nauseating, heart palpitating, panic filled ride end?
They say perimenopause can last years.
I said it before and I’ll say it again.
In my next life I’m coming back as a sexy man.
© The Flip of the Switch, February 2016.