Monday–yesterday–was another of my long, “I’m on the road and can’t really get anything done” days. I had to visit my HRT doctor, and it’s a nearly two-and-a-half hour drive to her office–I’m in The Burg and she’s off in the Swamps of Jersey–so there’s a bit of driving. A lot of driving, actually, and it’s pretty much heavy traffic the whole way there and back, not including the rain I was in last night. Needless to say, by the time I returned to my hovel at seven-thirty PM, it was hard to get worked up for anything in the way of writing.
That doesn’t mean I didn’t have a good day yesterday . . .
See, my visit was to go over my labs, which I’d taken a couple of weeks before. Lab work is important, because you don’t want to worry that what you’re doing to your body is killing you. And it can . . . Bit of full disclosure here: back in April and May of 2014, this year, I was on a DIY hormone regiment for about six weeks. I did it because I wanted to get on them, and as I always do, I dug into my research and figured out just how much I could handle without hurting myself.
Wrong thing to do. I stopped taking the hormones right before I started my lab work, and didn’t get back on them until I started my injections. One of the thing my lab work discovered was my iron and some of my liver functions were way the hell off. The liver function was due to taking oral hormones (after you’re fifty they break down in your system differently and are metabolized by your liver as well), and the iron came from mistakenly taking a women’s vitamin, which are full of iron that I don’t need.
The moral of that story is don’t do meds on your own. The other moral of the story is that in April I was pretty much an emotional basket case because of lady hormones taking over my body, and let me tell you, it wasn’t fun. It also makes me understand far better the sort of hell women go through from time-to-time, and makes me want to slap guys with large, smelly tunas every time I hear them say, “Wow, you’re moody today.” Hey, try this stuff for three months, dude, and tell me how you feel.
But the news yesterday was good. Hormone levels are where they should be; liver function is good save for a slightly elevated bilirubin, which may or may not be genetic and/or affected by my lack of a gall bladder, my weight is continuing to drop, and even my blood pressure was down a bit–and while still high, it wasn’t up in the hypertension range. It was all great news.
It’s back to the writing tonight. Today I’ll ponder over some of the comments I’ve received concerning Annie’s and Kerry’s relationship. It seems as if there are a few people who thing something bad is going to happen to them. Since I already know everything that’s going to happen to them, I’m sort of sitting here smiling and thinking, “How are they gonna feel when I get to this scene?”
But really: nothing bad happens.
Well . . . nothing too bad.