Oh, wow. Have I really been "gone" this long?
Thank you to everyone who left the super-nice and supportive comments and e-mails. I honestly didn’t mean to be such a drama-queen about this. I’ve been bringing my "A" GAME since Sunday–systems are running at 100%…whatever it is systems run. In other words, I’m back to normal.
Going to the doctor did indeed help, even if she did cringe as I explained my symptoms.
"Not likely just a hormone problem," Doc says. "In fact–you might not like to hear this–but what it sounds like is manic depression."
Huh? Depression? Surely you jest.
"It happens more commonly in men than in women, but usually when women…blah blah blah blah blah blah…"
Just what did you mean by MANIC, Doc?
"It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It is, in fact, something most likely beyond your control. There are medications….blah blah blah yada yada yada…"
Medi-what? ME? Are you talking about me? What do I have to be freaking depressed about? My life is F*CKING FABULOUS, do you hear me? FABULOUS. Besides. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. in order to get a shower and shave my legs, among other things, and you are not even looking at my crotch. I mean, the least you could do is ask me to get naked and give me a pretty floral sheet to drape over myself.
"I’m going to refer you to this great doctor…something about birth control pills to regulate your periods…you’ll feel a little better…"
Birth-control pills? What happened to trying to get pregnant? Does that automatically go out the window when one has these sort of problems? And why the heck did I not think to ask these things while I was actually at the office?
The rest is sort of a blur. I was in and out in a matter of minutes, which for me, is really something, because everytime I’ve been to the woman this year it’s been a major event. But I guess the point was made, and now I’m off to see someone who knows a little more about it…I’m a little disappointed that it’s not a quick hormone-fix. I don’t like to think that–dare I even say it again?–I could be…depressed. Not like there’s anything wrong with that, but…me?
Oh, well. In keeping with the new (or should I say old?) calm and happy me, I’m switching to a more upbeat subject. I would like to announce that, for the first time in seven months…(drumroll please)…I went to dinner, with my husband…
WITHOUT THE KIDS.
Without. The kids.
Sweet Jesus. Thank you for this miracle. Thank you for our company, my brother-in-law and his excellent girlfriend, who kept an eye on our precious little handfuls while we enjoyed steak, lobster, salmon, shrimp, and even a few tasty beverages! Excitement! Joy! Rapture! Heaven!
And that’s the news according to me. I’m off to see what everyone else has been up to…at least, I’m going to try. I’ve got adult guests I’ve practically ignored all but these last 3 days. Oops…