Sick and tired of being sick and tired

For the record, I'm taking that title from line uttered in the "Pod People" episode of MST3K, not from Anastasia's song "Sick and Tired". God I love and miss that show, and in addition, do not ask how I know lyrics to Anastasia songs. Some things are better left unsaid.

Anyway, I shall dispense of the pop culture references and carry on with the cooter talk. I'm aware things have been a bit cooter-lite lately, for which I apologise profusely. It's just that after my Dr WHYBAML appointment in mid-June, I was instructed to adapt my body to Met prior to moving onto the hard stuff. I was a bit skeptical at first, because I'm diehard and figured I could skip the pot (as in marijuana, not toilet or thing you put plants in) of the infertile world and head straight to the crack. Not so.

The past few weeks have proven to me that I am far more fragile and physically unstable than I anticipated. At first I was all, "Oh, Met schmet! 3 times a day!! Pfft...child's play!" Little did I know that the Met was staging a long-term attack and wanted to lure me into a false sense of security. Week 1 passed almost flawlessly with a few exceptions, and then a Met rebellion was staged. If I hadn't peed on a stick I'd think I was pregnant with the amount of nausea I have been experiencing, paired with the aversion to anything with a scent and pretty much all things that could be described as food. I didn't even want to eat pizza last night. 6 cheese pizza people! I would sell my husband and canary son for just one cheese, let alone 6.

A co-worker asked me today if I'd lost some weight and though I just shook my head no, in my head I was screaming, "I fucking well better have lost weight after not eating anymore than fruit and cereal bars for three weeks!" They say women with PCOS have difficulty losing weight, but it would be typical that me eating a total of 1000 calories in the last few weeks would still leave me at the same weight as the heady pre-Met days.

I got the go-ahead from Dr WHYBAML to commence with the Provera, and then the letrozole, blah de blah and blah de blah numbers 2,3 and 4. Sorry, the list of additional meds is so long I can't even remotely remember what the others are called. I am more than slightly nervous about starting the Provera as I have a very important paper due Monday and the Provera-induced ravings of a delusional infertile will not go down well with my tutor. Shit.

Do I have reason to be scared of the might of Provera? Oddly enough, despite Dr WHYBAML stating that Provera was the best period-enducer for women with PCOS, I have never been prescribed it before. How is that? I've had more periods induced than Tara Reid has venereal diseases, and let's face it, we're not in single digits here. Once again, the medical profession has outdone itself with its ineptitude. Granted, I don't really know what Dr WHYBAML means by that, but I'll go with it.

All this leads to an IUI date which will most likely fall in about three weeks' time. Hopefully I'll make it to that point without tufts of my hair missing and my marriage in shambles. I'll keep you posted.

On a lighter note, some housekeeping issues...

1) I'm listening to LL Cool J's "Around the Way Girl" on live365.com. Jealous?

2) The top search ever leading to my blog (sensitive readers stop here)

-"Cunty breath"

I don't know what to say to that. I am a bit concerned that the person that typed this proceeded to spend about a half an hour on my blog reading numerous entries. Do I really have a story that someone that is looking for that wants to hear? If so, should I be concerned? At any rate it has given The Dude and I a whole new insult for one another that we'd never thought of before.

3) I'm on the lookout for a job. I found the following description for a job that entails much more responsibility and far more money than my current one, yet you wouldn't know it based on the rather...specific and simple nature of the write-up:

"Working Conditions/Physical Demands: Whilst performing the duties of this job, employee is regularly required to sit, use hands to finger, handle, or feel; reach with hands and arms; and talk or hear. The employee is occasionally required to stand and walk. The employee must occasionally lift and/or move up to 10 pounds. Specific vision abilities required by this job include close vision, and ability to adjust focus"

Use hands to finger...huh huh.


Em said...

Nice reference to Tara Reid. I love your pop culture references. A woman after my own heart!

Manuela said...

Cool! You can tell how long people stay on your site?? I wish my blog had that capability.

No assvice to render re the drugs... but it sounds like you are in very capable hands with whybaml. Hmmmm... imagine what HIS job description would sound like if deconstructed so primitively...

Nico said...

Oh, you have to go interview for that job, just to find out what the hell it really is!!! (But I'd say you should bring Mr Pru or someone with you 'coz it does sound a bit sketchy.)

I don't know what other people have experienced, but for me the Provera did absolutely nothing to change my mood. Definitely no ravings. Of course it didn't work to bring the bitch home either, so I may not be the best barometer.

It totally sucks that you're feeling so ill on the Met, but I guess the weight loss is at least something!

Pamplemousse said...

The Provera usually makes me feel uber-PMSy but when you are on CD95, you will swallow anything to shift that 3 feet of uterine lining. Some people don't have any side-effects though - you might be charmed!

BTW after the Provera, don't freak if the witch has not arrived within a week as it can take up to 14 days.

Sorry the Met is kicking your arse. It will settle down, promise!

K said...

I hope the met s/e start to improve and I hope that the Provera treats you well.

PJ said...

Hands to finger, he, he, I love it. You so have to apply for that job just so you can describe it here.

Sorry the met is doing such a number on you. I can't believe you've never been on provera before, neophyte.

Could you hold off on the provera till after your paper is done? That way you'll definitely get it done and have a clear head for when you're mood swinging.

tania said...

I bet your husband would like it if you used your hands to finger, handle and feel. I know mine would! did they really say "whilst" in a job description? that's very sweet.

Good luck with the drugs. Can't say as I've been on any of those in my day.... But they all have their own special joys, don't they?

Ova Girl said...

I'm just using my hands to finger out a comment here and say hang in there. Bad nasty Met.

Julie said...

Sooo. This job would require you to sit, reach, stand, walk AND see? I don't know, man, sounds too much like work.
Maybe you could just be a drug rep.

Millie said...

I nearly spit out my tea at the 'use hands to finger' line. You thought I would have learned once I got to 'cunty breath' but nope.

Sorry about the met nastiness. I hope it settles down for you soon.

So you can do all that strange job requires.

T said...

1. Yes on the new insult - I've never used the Y at the end though. It's still a good one.

2. "The employee is occasionally required to stand and walk." See now THAT I could do! If you don't take it could you send it my way?

Hope you feel better soon.

Molly said...

Hey Cunty Breath,

Hell, I'D sell The Dude and Desmond for a piece of cheese pizza right now. And I just had some last night.

Now, go use your hands to finger something.

Jen said...

"I would sell my husband and canary son for just one cheese, let alone 6."

And that, my dear, is why I consider you a kindred spirit.

Sorry the drugs are treating you so poorly. Hope it improves soon, and that you return to the land of the cheese-lovers.

Anonymous said...

I hate to nitpick because I really love your blog, but the phrase "sick and tired of being sick and tired" is a quote originally and famously uttered by activist Fannie Lou Hamer in regards to the civil rights movement of the 60s, not a pop song. I don't mean to edit your blog but I just didn't want to see a proud woman like Fannie Lou get screwed again and I thought you wouldn't either!

1917-1977: Fannie Lou Hamer was one of the most eloquent speakers for the civil rights movement in the south. She worked for political, social and economic equality for herself and all African Americans; she fought to integrate the national Democratic party, and became one of its first black delegates to a presidential convention

MM said...

I'm on Provera right now and haven't felt any wacky side effects (yet). Hate that you're feeling awful - the bcp did the same thing to me a few weeks ago. Pure evil, that stuff.