state of my head in 2015

As it turns out, I went into the OBGYN Wednesday morning to inquire about the change in my insurance. Not only do they still accept my insurance, but they got me in for an ultrasound within the hour. The ultrasound was clean–there is nothing in my uterus. The nurse was concerned because it did sound like a miscarriage to her. I saw my usual NP, who glanced at the ultrasound images and proceeded to obsess about my blood pressure, which was 130/90. Given the estrogen surge, and the GROWING SUSPICION THAT I HAD HAD A SURPRISE!MISCARRIAGE, I was reeeeally not concerned about that.

After some pointed questions, she diagnosed fibroids, one of which I had just passed. With a tail. And estrogen. Apparently–most of this I knew from Jessica’s hellish misadventures–a fibroid had decided to emulate a pregnancy, so my body thought I had been pregnant and miscarried. To the point where the word “spaghetti” made my stomach turn and I didn’t want french fries anymore. I lost my appetite entirely for about two days. This was Wednesday, when the mood swings were bad enough that I wanted to cry into my oatmeal and punch a wall five minutes later.

I have since stabilized. I’m normal again. I go back for another ultrasound on Oct. 12 to see if anything’s changed. I’ll be seeing the specialist MD rather than my slightly obsessive NP about it. I really want to get my thyroid blood work done, but I suddenly can’t find the referral. So I’ll probably ask them to just reprint it.

I can’t believe it’s Saturday. I lost an entire week to this crap.