It's notta tooma...
To say I completely overreacted in my last post would be an understatement. I'm not dying. I'm not having a reaction to the Letrozole, and I don't have the flu. I called the on-call doctor Friday night at work so I could get some peace of mind regarding my ill-timed illess. Which is exactly what it was. He pretty much said what I already knew, but couldn't convince myself of. They have to list all the side effects any patient has experienced in the world, ever. My symptoms were more than likely a cold or virus that happened to come on as I was taking my meds, and was nothing to panic over. If I didn't feel better in a few days, I was to see a doctor to get swabbed for the flu just to be sure. I was still feeling rotten through the weekend, so R scheduled an appointment for me on Monday. Naturally, Monday came and I felt better than I had all week. I still went in and explained myself. Each time, I was told it was good I came in. Normally I would chalk this up to them making money off me, but with this clinic, it is completely free for city employees, so I believe they were being genuine when they told me this. Dr. D said it wasn't the flu, or I would feel much worse, and it didn't sound like a reaction. She suspected a virus, maybe combined with allergies and gave me a steroid nasal spray to help with my sinus swelling and congestion.
So there you have it. A first hand account all out medical paranoia. I swear I'm not a hypochondriac However, since I've been diagnosed with UU, I find myself more aware of my body and more prone to jup to conclusions when it comes to these things. For me, being told there is something medically wrong with me, has only put me on edge to hear more bad news about my health as a result. Silly, I know. However, the ridiculous thing about this incident is that I wasn't even that paranoid about feeling sick until I read the writeup that came with my prescription. Had my symptoms been listed as regular FYI side effects, I'd have been fine. But no. My symptoms were listed under "CALL YOU DOCTOR/SEEK MEDICAL ATTENTION IMMEDIATELY". Not exactly a "don't worry about it" kind of message. After that, it was all down hill. If I"m going to get pregnant though, I have to stop freaking out over every little thing. Coming from a long line of worriers isn't going to help, but I know I can do it if I really tried.
I guess now that I've had a false alarm, I can start taking some of this medical advice with a grain of salt. Honestly, I was less worried about me dying, and more concered that my illness was a sign that the Letrozole wasn't going to work. Not only do I want to have children, I also want to stop having to explain to people why I don't. It comes up more than you may realize, and given everything, it's hard to explain to co-workers and even strangers without coming off as depressing, or bitchy. I shouldn't have to explain myself to anyone, but when people ask if you have kids, and you say no, the conversation rarely ends there, although it really should.
I'm still nursing my congestion and a cough, but otherwise I'm fine. I promise I'll try to keep it together better in the future.
PS. Cool points to those who get the title reference. :)
So there you have it. A first hand account all out medical paranoia. I swear I'm not a hypochondriac However, since I've been diagnosed with UU, I find myself more aware of my body and more prone to jup to conclusions when it comes to these things. For me, being told there is something medically wrong with me, has only put me on edge to hear more bad news about my health as a result. Silly, I know. However, the ridiculous thing about this incident is that I wasn't even that paranoid about feeling sick until I read the writeup that came with my prescription. Had my symptoms been listed as regular FYI side effects, I'd have been fine. But no. My symptoms were listed under "CALL YOU DOCTOR/SEEK MEDICAL ATTENTION IMMEDIATELY". Not exactly a "don't worry about it" kind of message. After that, it was all down hill. If I"m going to get pregnant though, I have to stop freaking out over every little thing. Coming from a long line of worriers isn't going to help, but I know I can do it if I really tried.
I guess now that I've had a false alarm, I can start taking some of this medical advice with a grain of salt. Honestly, I was less worried about me dying, and more concered that my illness was a sign that the Letrozole wasn't going to work. Not only do I want to have children, I also want to stop having to explain to people why I don't. It comes up more than you may realize, and given everything, it's hard to explain to co-workers and even strangers without coming off as depressing, or bitchy. I shouldn't have to explain myself to anyone, but when people ask if you have kids, and you say no, the conversation rarely ends there, although it really should.
I'm still nursing my congestion and a cough, but otherwise I'm fine. I promise I'll try to keep it together better in the future.
PS. Cool points to those who get the title reference. :)