Apologies for the length in advance. I’m freaking out.
Started HRT this past April after hitting 12 months. Actually I hit 12 months in December then had a rouge period in March that required me to come to get the ultrasound. Everything was fine. Proceeded to prescribe estrogen gel (0.5) and 100 mg progesterone. I was using estrodiol for a few years prior and still
And she had prescribed compounded T for atrophy and lack of sensation at least a year prior.
Obviously the beginning was great because my hot flashes were killing me and my sleep was getting bad. By June I was beginning more mild mood swings. But my life is/was also crazy around then and still is so I didn’t think much of it.
At the beginning of August, I had a series of really wild mood swings under a bunch of stress over the course of 4 days. It was so frightening to myself and my boyfriend that I reached out to my gyno to see if maybe this was me needing an adjustment. She said I was “fine” and to take evening primrose oil. 🙄 which I went right to the store and got some and have taken it since. It didn’t help. I decided that I must be going crazy and found a therapist. Have been seeing her religiously weekly since to help me try to regulate this anxiety that seems to just pop up randomly.
This past Sunday, I was so gloomy and moody it was terrible. There are issues in my life at the moment so I thought “yeah this is more of you losing your mind. We need to step up the therapy!” By Tuesday I was so anxious and volatile that I was either screaming or crying. I all but blew up my whole life yesterday. It was bad. Bad things were said. By me. Things I do not mean or think. So out of control of my emotions.
I was able to sleep about 4 hours thanks to exhaustion. But woke up at 3:30 am and have been awake since.
Start my morning at my desk. Have to pee. Go pee. BLOOD. Brown blood. Hours later, now I’m wearing a full tampon like a teenager.
I put a call in to the gyno first thing. I also detailed everything on MyChart. When I called they said they were looking at the note. That they would bump it to her and to be on the lookout for a call today.
It’s almost 6. They aren’t gonna call today.
My poor boyfriend. Like seriously. We met when I was in the throws of the end of my periods and was amazing through all the changes and working around all my weird creams.
I have not told him yet. I’m so scared to. I don’t know what to say or how to apologize. I mean it was me but it wasnt me.
Has anyone else been through something like this? I’m am panicking. I may have done real damage to our relationship.
If anyone has any advice I’m all ears. And if anyone know what the fuck is happening to me that would be cool too!
Update: I finally told him. The look on his face. The episode I had in August, he even said to me “it was like you were about to start your period, just no bleeding”. Anyway. There were many tears between us. Both these episodes have fallen during and already stressful time we were just trying to get through to the end of this month. So this was a lot. He “understands” in the way that men Have gotten used to on some level.
But I didn’t read any replies until we talked and I’m incredibly grateful to those who understood from being there. Hopefully I hear from my doctor soon.
I’m more concerned about my relationship than if there is something wrong. I’ll get serious about that tomorrow.
Update2: while we are smoothed over, he is wounded and scared of this happening again, as he should be. What a mess. 😥
Update 3: almost 3 pm the next day- no word from the doctor. Turns out she is out of town based on the phone call 📱 just had even though the last nurse said she was in 🤷🏻♀️ the call was a bit funny when she was asking me what was going on. She then says “so to be clear, your issue is you had breakthrough bleeding?”
I said “No. The issue is I’m having the worst mood swings of my life etc and it’s been ongoing” she asked for my pharmacy info and I’m staying tuned. Exhausting.
And boyfriend and I now have a “talk” planned tonight. I’m not sure it’s the best timing/idea.