You read that right: tonight marks Cycle Day 365… it’s officially been a year since the start of my last period. I can’t believe it’s been a whole year already. CDs 1-4 were regular heavy flow and then… nothing. I thought for sure on CD15 I was ovulating – mittelschmerz and everything but alas, the end of January came and went… nothing. February… nothing. By mid-March I figured maybe I should have the doc take a look. Dr. E (aka, Dr. Skinny Bitch) assured me it was stress. Oh, and being overweight. Something about excess estrogen being stored in my fat cells. “But if you’re really worried, go see Dr. G (my current RE) b/c I don’t really see anything wrong. It’s perfectly normal for periods not to return for several months following the cessation of birth control.”
So I met with Dr. G and he ordered 7 vials of blood to be drawn. We both thought it was PCOS and a nasty hypothyroid problem. Turns out it was POF and Hashi’s. March 18 of next year will be a year since my diagnosis. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Right now, I’m mostly buzzed, from 2 beers and a Snickers-tini from a bar downtown.
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Tonight we celebrated Larry’s 28th birthday. It’s actually tomorrow (my lil Solstice baby) but he has a Mason’s meeting and I have Red Tent Temple, so we braved the foot or so of snow downtown and went out for drinks and wings. A lot of people bailed, but understandably so – the snow and freezing temps nearly kept us at home.
We spent a night this weekend in Stockbridge, MA, at the Red Lion Inn. A picturesque little town, home of Norman Rockwell… it was a nice one-night getaway just to take us away from everything. We spent time visiting family friends of Larry’s (they go to the Red Lion every Christmas) and they got us a room. We had a lovely dinner (I had the maple braised pork lion, Larry had the elk tenderloin), and enjoyed an evening of experimental jazz funk in the bar downstairs. (Surprisingly, the band was actually really neat.) We slept in the most comfortable bed ever, and managed to avoid even a single flake fall on the town of Stockbridge – a narrow strip of western MA managed to avoid this entire nor’easter. By the time we got home today, we didn’t hit any snow falling and the roads were all cleared.
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On the eve of the new moon, Rosh Chodesh, and more importantly, the Winter Solstice… I’m left contemplative.
Here from the LFCA.
No one suggested you go on Provera? It's an evil drug but still, no period for a year is really effed up. As you know.
Hoping things get better for you–fast.
I too am married to a Mason. Feel free to email me.