No, I am not actually talking to Louise... I really don't even know Louise, though I occasionally say "geez, Louise", and tell the kids they have to pretend to be a middle-aged woman by that name.
I suppose my next doctor update is in order, on off chance that someone actually reads this and might be wondering... (yes, I DO know that I'll probably be the only one to ever re-read my ramblings, but that's OK, too.)
As recommended, I visited my Primary Care Doc, and she spent nearly an hour with me, trying to figure out what's going on. (YES, she really IS that good!) She ended up ordering 5 more blood tests, and decided to send me to a GI specialist to do the dreaded scope and get pictures of my esophagus and stomach. Eh. I'm not going to look forward to that one, but at least after it's over we'll know for sure what's going on in there.
I'm also going to need to see a cardiologist for a stress test. That one should be no big thing, but with my family history, every doc I've seen really wants to make extra double sure it really is no big thing.
In the meantime, it's been 9 days on the low-dose hormone, and I think I can tell a difference. I actually slept almost all night last night, and I haven't done that in a long, long, long time. It might be a combo of things, or it might be just one really working. I don't know. I don't care. I didn't burst into tears today, and I didn't snap anyone's head off (yet), and that's a definite improvement!
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