Mmmmm. Hormones.

After several days of my nurse practitioner and pharmacist working together in ways you really wish everyone in the medical field would to help you out, I finally picked up my prescriptions for hormone replacement pills yesterday, and it only cost me eight bucks (rather than seventy to a hundred) for a month's supply.  I am so grateful to the two of them for taking the time to figure out a solution I could afford.

So starting today, my morning cocktail consists of 10mg of Zyrtec, 50mg of Zoloft, 2.5mg of Provera, and .5mg of Estradiol.  Delicious.  Not to mention the tablespoon of fish oil, the multivitamin, and the probiotics that I take once I get downstairs for breakfast.  Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm.  It's funny to think that prior to last year, I was someone who didn't even like to take an Advil if I had a headache for 3 days.  Ryan doesn't like the idea of me taking hormones, though.  I basically just got a lecture about how it's probably bad.  As with most things medical, however, the doctors didn't really tell me much of anything about why I need to take them.  From what little I know, I need the estrogen pill because my non-working ovaries are no longer making the estrogen my body needs to deal with stuff like vaginal dryness and preventing osteoporosis and shit.  Not really sure what the progesterone pill does, though.  (Maybe I need to read the links I posted above, eh?)

Anyhow, all I know is, I am open to taking them if they are going to help me, and I can't tell if they're helping without taking them.  I do plan to ask the naturopath about other options, too.  But at this point, I am just too focused on "getting better" and trying to feel "normal" to not do the things my doctors suggest.  

And with that, I have a day of friend fun planned, so me and my medicated ass are outta here...

Xxo, Phoebe


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