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Early days, early days yet.
Had a round of doctor visits yesterday; got confirmation-diagnosis of PCOS from GP, who gave me a 'script for the pill (and said i don't have to start until i get back from phoenix, which, okay, i would have done -anyway-, but it's nice to have an okay on.) Blood sugars a weebit high. Cholesterol the same. (But not diabetic/worry about high, just higher side of normal.) Also, seems to be a nice enough lady. I'm just happy knowing it's something that's treatable-or-not based on my preference, rather than like ... a tumor or something. idk.
(for those, somehow, not in the know: my hormones don't work for jack shit. i've been averaging a period a year for the past two/three, and my little bit of chinhair post-evie has, in the last year or so, turned into the ability to rock some plague-beard scruff. which, admittedly, i only mind about half the time. the other half i think it is the bomb.)
I also forgot to ask for copies of the blood panel results, because abnormal things are fun to look at. I will try calling them again in a bit and hope I don't get another busy signal.
Also got to see someone about the head-meds, which is nice: she's going to work on addressing the ADHD first, and then see what else clears up with that managed and what we still need to work on. (Also, minor point of irritation: /none/ of my records except the ones from the accident have gotten sent over. So my entire medical history is ~MIA~. Good news is, I will be in physical proximity to all of my former doctors' offices within the week.)
I can tell that there's -- an improvement, already. So far I have been able to make phone calls that would have taken massive amounts of psyching myself up to make, previously. I have thrown stuff away instead of putting it in my closet because I will use it some day. (Which is -- actually true, and I do/have, but there needs to be a limit.) I had more patience with Evie and her needy clinginess last night than I probably ever have before. (Which, one must admit, is a rare occurrence in itself. We are usually mostly-contentedly independently functioning of each other.) I think my mood is better overall and I have more motivation / energy already.
It isn't, however, quite dialed in yet. I still get that itchy under my skin (metaphorical, not literal) feeling of being /almost/ there. My attention span is longer, but I'm still not really able to focus. I am bouncing back and forth between 3-4 things /consistently/, but I'm not quite successfully multitasking so much as I'm being able to keep distracting myself with the same tasks. It also just doesn't feel /quite right/ in a way that's hard to articulate, but which I recognize from years of having done the meds-juggling-dance already.
(Although, although: actually having actual legit meds for the first time in ~8 years is /so much better/ than not. Teenagers are bag-of-rocks /dumb/.)
So far today I have:
Gotten the passport paperwork all in one place and discovered I can apply /at the post office/, which is a much shorter trip that I have to gear myself up for. I also found the slightly-older (but better) passport pictures, which is exciting. I am onnnnly doing mine, at the moment, because one costs less than two, and I can def swing the one but couldn't do both. It is waiting for Evie to wake up. (She was up laaaaates, with me, helping me putz around and clean.) It is also somewhat waiting onnnn--
Put a load of laundry in the wash. This is significant both in being a household chore that I should be capable of doing without a great deal of mental preparation, and because my bra is in the load. I do rather need that.
I am also working on pre-staging packing, which is suddenly much more of a task than it was previously due to the discovering that since I am flying Delta and not Southwest this year, I not only don't get two free bags, I don't get /any/. $25 for first checked, $35 for second. Where are my duffel bags, damn it. (This is arduous because: two people, two(+) weeks, with a wedding in the middle.) Bollocks.
This update brought to you by the letters ADHD and the number 2.
Had a round of doctor visits yesterday; got confirmation-diagnosis of PCOS from GP, who gave me a 'script for the pill (and said i don't have to start until i get back from phoenix, which, okay, i would have done -anyway-, but it's nice to have an okay on.) Blood sugars a weebit high. Cholesterol the same. (But not diabetic/worry about high, just higher side of normal.) Also, seems to be a nice enough lady. I'm just happy knowing it's something that's treatable-or-not based on my preference, rather than like ... a tumor or something. idk.
(for those, somehow, not in the know: my hormones don't work for jack shit. i've been averaging a period a year for the past two/three, and my little bit of chinhair post-evie has, in the last year or so, turned into the ability to rock some plague-beard scruff. which, admittedly, i only mind about half the time. the other half i think it is the bomb.)
I also forgot to ask for copies of the blood panel results, because abnormal things are fun to look at. I will try calling them again in a bit and hope I don't get another busy signal.
Also got to see someone about the head-meds, which is nice: she's going to work on addressing the ADHD first, and then see what else clears up with that managed and what we still need to work on. (Also, minor point of irritation: /none/ of my records except the ones from the accident have gotten sent over. So my entire medical history is ~MIA~. Good news is, I will be in physical proximity to all of my former doctors' offices within the week.)
I can tell that there's -- an improvement, already. So far I have been able to make phone calls that would have taken massive amounts of psyching myself up to make, previously. I have thrown stuff away instead of putting it in my closet because I will use it some day. (Which is -- actually true, and I do/have, but there needs to be a limit.) I had more patience with Evie and her needy clinginess last night than I probably ever have before. (Which, one must admit, is a rare occurrence in itself. We are usually mostly-contentedly independently functioning of each other.) I think my mood is better overall and I have more motivation / energy already.
It isn't, however, quite dialed in yet. I still get that itchy under my skin (metaphorical, not literal) feeling of being /almost/ there. My attention span is longer, but I'm still not really able to focus. I am bouncing back and forth between 3-4 things /consistently/, but I'm not quite successfully multitasking so much as I'm being able to keep distracting myself with the same tasks. It also just doesn't feel /quite right/ in a way that's hard to articulate, but which I recognize from years of having done the meds-juggling-dance already.
(Although, although: actually having actual legit meds for the first time in ~8 years is /so much better/ than not. Teenagers are bag-of-rocks /dumb/.)
So far today I have:
Gotten the passport paperwork all in one place and discovered I can apply /at the post office/, which is a much shorter trip that I have to gear myself up for. I also found the slightly-older (but better) passport pictures, which is exciting. I am onnnnly doing mine, at the moment, because one costs less than two, and I can def swing the one but couldn't do both. It is waiting for Evie to wake up. (She was up laaaaates, with me, helping me putz around and clean.) It is also somewhat waiting onnnn--
Put a load of laundry in the wash. This is significant both in being a household chore that I should be capable of doing without a great deal of mental preparation, and because my bra is in the load. I do rather need that.
I am also working on pre-staging packing, which is suddenly much more of a task than it was previously due to the discovering that since I am flying Delta and not Southwest this year, I not only don't get two free bags, I don't get /any/. $25 for first checked, $35 for second. Where are my duffel bags, damn it. (This is arduous because: two people, two(+) weeks, with a wedding in the middle.) Bollocks.
This update brought to you by the letters ADHD and the number 2.