Happiness is a Good Doctor

I love my endocrinologist. Have I said that lately? Even If so, I don't think I've said it enough. I wonder if good doctors understand the urge from a battle scarred infertile to kiss their feet? Just in case they don't, I think I'll refrain.

Obviously I had a good visit today. They offices have moved to a swanky new building, and isn't it sad that something that small puts a spring in my step? Hey - I'm all for anything that makes medical appointments even slightly less tedious. I did wait a long time as usual. That doesn't bother me though because I know she's going to really take the time to talk to me as well. I never feel that she's rushing me out of there, and I always feel that she has a firm grasp on who I am and what my problems are. Get this. She reads my chart! Hell, at this point, I feel grateful that even one of my doctors deigns to actually see me each time instead of relegating me to the nurse who will relay all my questions and relay their commands back.

OK, so I'm in a sarcastic, digressing kinda mood. Sorry about that. The sarcasm isn't for my endo. I'm serious about liking her. So where was I? Oh yes - the appointment. My bloods came back about the same. My LDL cholesterol is slightly higher than it was last time, but we're going to keep an eye on that. I'm still working on it. She also thinks that my FSH to LH ratio is slightly off balance and indicative of PCOS. That's the only blood level that points to the disease. I do have the acne and some hair growth though. I know you guys want to hear all about my mannish, teenage lookin' self. ;-}

We talked a bit about what is going on and agreed that I would try glucophage again on a more effective dose. RE only had me on 500mg. Please everyone, cross your fingers, knock on wood, pray to your idols - anything that will help this work. At this point, I'm inclined to think that hopping three times over the cracks in my sidewalk when the moon is in its third phase and while wearing boxers on my head is just as likely to get me ovulating and pregnant as anything else.

Now those of you who have been on glucophage remember that eating sugar can be slightly disastrous. So I am going to need moral support. I've already cut out a lot of the sugar in my diet, but I have been a little lax lately. It's also very difficult to stay away from white grains as that seems to be the bulk of the American diet. I prefer whole grains. It's just that they aren't always available. I've already been bad today. See - I've been craving chewy Spree. I don't know why. I generally don't care much about super sugar candy. All I know is that I saw a little girl eating some recently and had to fight the urge to knock her down and run with the candy. Yes. I am that person. I would steal candy from a baby. So since I knew that chewy Spree is going to be quite the bullet in my household from now on, I decided that I needed to indulge myself this one last time before the medicine! I'm sucking on some of them right now as a matter of fact. I also have AF like it's nobody's business so I talked myself into thinking that I deserved an indulgence. (Although right about now it's tasting a little over-sugared and not as glorious as I remembered it.)

Endo also said that she is completely cool with me going to my TCM. We both thought that it's better though to see what the glucophage does first. I'm stripping down all the layers of my treatment instead of throwing everything at my body like RE wanted to do. I'm finding out what really works. And you know what? The endo agrees with me. She gets it. Woo hoo!

Gotta run. Time to ready the house for possible loss of power tomorrow.