A few years ago, I went kinda nuts for a few days. Wild mood swings, paranoia… It turned out that I had some kind of hormonal imbalance going on. The doctor switched my pill, I was good to go.
A few weeks ago (four, to be exact) I had the same thing happen, unfortunately it was much worse and happened in such a way that it took me two weeks to figure out that it was caused by hormones. I made an appointment with my gynocologist right away; unfortunately, the soonest she could see me is September 8th. Since making that appointment, I’ve been trying to find another female gynocologist who could see me earlier. No dice, over and over. Finally called my gyno’s office last night and got an appointment for today at 3:00 PM.
Just in the nick of time.
Right now I’m going through the very beginning of the cycle: weird thoughts, mood swings and paranoia again. I’m glad I know the cause; I’m sane enough to counter each crazy thought with This is just hormones, you’re not insane, just hold on…
Talked with my security guard friend on the way in the building this morning – as is my habit – and he asked me (with obligatory “Can I ask a personal question…”) when I’m planning to have children. I explained that El Hubbo and I just aren’t sure, we’ve been married so long, blah blah blah. I’ve explained our decision many times. This morning, I had to choke back tears on the way to the elevator.
It’s a feeling of the universe conspiring against me… Everything I see and hear confirms that I’ve made incorrect decisions in the past, that I’m a bad person, that no one likes me.
Wow, I’m really glad I know the cause and am hours away from help.
I hate those freaking PMS tears…they ruin your make-up but worst of all they make you feel so unprofessional at work. Some days they just keep lurking around the corner, waiting for some sad thought or SWB commercial as an excuse to pour.
Seriously though, other than myself, your the only person to confess to paranoia as a PMS symptom. I can truly sympathize.
Is there a chance there’s more bothering you then you’re willing to admit regarding the “baby” issue? If so, maybe you should talk to your Doc about it.
I normally do have some PMS symptoms. At best, cramps. At worst, a tiny bit of moodiness, no paranoia. For me, the paranoia is above and beyond. Coupled with the fact ::TMI WARNING:: that I’ve been menstruating for a month straight, I would have to say that my hormones are a little out of control.
So no, there’s nothing bothering me on the baby thing. My husband and I are on the exact same page as far as that subject goes. We both vacillate between “No kids, never.” and “Well, maybe one.”
Yes, but your security guard asks you such a personal question? Sheesh. I’ve never had one ask me anything more profound than, “How was your weekend?”
Hormone Hell is NOT fun. I spent literally two weeks in bed with the covers over my head at one point till I could get in to see the gynecologist. I remember lying in bed and crying over literally nothing and Papa Tiger asking me if I needed a counselor, and replying, between sobs, “No, I just need a gynecologist!” At least you’re able to tell yourself that it’s hormones. Don’t let the little paranoia voices convince you otherwise!!
Most of the time I love being a woman. There are, however, those times that it’s a royal pain in the arse.
I’m glad you’ve scheduled with your doc. Obviously a 30-day period needs to be checked out.
I wouldn’t fret about the tears. Sometimes when my hormones are raging, I’ll cry because the sky is blue. Just remember, it’s only temporary.
You’ve made great decisions in the past [sub](you’re here, aren’t you)[/sub], you’re not a bad person [sub](we don’t allow those here)[/sub], and everybody likes you [sub](well, OK, maybe not everybody but there’s one dummy in every crowd)[/sub].
Thanks Mama Tiger and Ruby. Glad to know it’s not just me.
The early-morning security guard (IIRC, he works 11 PM to 7 AM daily) is a friend. We got to talking a little over a year ago. He’s from Ethiopia. We talk for a few minutes almost every morning about his home country, running, his kids… It didn’t offend me in the least.
I forget where I saw it, but I read an article recently that stated that women who swallowed their partner’s semen several times a week had fewer hormone problems.
qts, that’s just gross. Sounds like a Man Show concept.
So the gynecologist examined me; I’m good to go. Definitely hormonal issues. I’ve decided to get an Intra Uterine Device (IUD) in a few months. The doctor advised that I go through a couple of cycles sans pills and if I can handle them, get the IUD.
This means two months of alternate birth control.
Went to Target last night and – for the first time in my life – bought condoms. Oh my GOD was it embarrassing. I didn’t feel empowered or proud that I am taking control of my sexual health. I felt mortified.
Maybe it was the volume that was so embarrassing. Bought a 12-pack of the “For Her Pleasure” kind and another of plain, just in case. And couldn’t forgo the Astroglide.
Blushing so hard that it felt as if my face were going to launch into outer space.
El Hubbo smiled, “You know, I didn’t expect you to buy them. I would have taken care of it.”
I wish I could put a video camera inside my head during those loverly mood swings, just to get a visual for myself and others of just what is going on in there. ( crickets chirping all other times, I suspect.)
Hormones are just hell. Mr. Cotta almost got a stilleto heel thru the back of his head once for telling me I looked good when I KNEW he was lying. I had to restrain my own hand!
A few months ago I had the whole reproductive works removed and 3 weeks later found myself sitting at work suddenly trying to remember who I was. Slow-motion freak-out hormone dump. We have made more than one adjustment to the hormone patch since then.
I have to rely a calendar now since I can longer tell what day it is simply by the degree of cramps. But that’s a GOOD thing!
I did fertility drugs a few years ago - bitch from hell. Went off the drugs with “I may end up with a baby, but won’t have a husband.” The horrible part was watching myself transform into some horrible characature of “woman on the rag” and being unable to stop it.
BTW Gazelle, I have a really good OB/GYN - who happens to be a guy - but he is a good one. Moreover, he works with a really good nurse practicioner who can often see patients on no notice. Associates in Women’s Health is the practice. They have several doctors (mostly women, but a few guys - and I’ve always chosen a male doctor because they are easier to make an appointment with and because I’m not shy that way)- an office in Edina and an office downtown.
Aw Gazelle , I hope things get better for you soon…I can completely relate. I have newfound respect for hormones. I had a miscarriage in June - and ever since I have not been myself AT ALL. I’m a little better now, but for a while there I was crying everyday. If I went out I came back crying because I was obsessed with the idea that the world was ugly. People were ugly. The dog down the street was ugly…Oh it was bad! Also, the anxiety was terrible. I would wake up feeling as though I was about to go sky diving or give a speech. Eeek. Hormones are nothing to sniff at. They can really turn on you!
And Shana, big hugs to you too. Miscarriages are so heartbreaking. My sister-in-law miscarried her first pregnancy, which would have been the first grandchild, at the beginning of the second trimester. Our families were devastated. It was amazing to me how much that unborn kid meant to me, especially since I’m pro-choice.
