My body is mad. It’s a not washing, living on soggy cereal and cups of lemon and ginger tea kind of week. I had to stop my Loestrin 20 pill so that I can start on the Decapeptyl injections on Friday – I thought having a period in between would be good, but my body just isn’t playing ball. This body of mine does not like changes in hormones…
The idea with the injections is that they put me into a sort of temporary menopause. My gynaecologist thinks that it’ll be interesting to see how my body reacts to my ovaries not churning out all the oestrogen and progesterone. The thing is, it’s only for six months. He put it out there that removing my ovaries in the next 5 years might be the way forward. I absolutely did not expect this chat – but then again, I sort of expected him to try and tell me there was no hard evidence that hormones affect hypermobility. No ovaries means no babies. I always thought I’d have a family one day. The thing is, I can’t look after myself right now, never mind a baby. I have a crappy quality of life and am in constant pain. Is not having a family going to be the price I pay for being a fully functioning human being? Would I ever be content knowing that I made the decision not to have a baby? I don’t know. I’m trying not to dwell on it until I know that the injections help. Tinkering with hormones might not be the answer.
In other news, my new shower stool came this week. Our en-suite shower is tiny (and a bit gross, don’t look too closely) and needed a compact stool. It really does make life easier when you aren’t so worried about passing out in the shower. Hooray! That said, I’m still not planning to wash today.
My powerchair poncho came too. It’s fucking ridiculous, I know. But Aberdeen in the wintertime tends to be wet, cold and windy. Nothing prepares you for how cold it is outside in a powerchair. I don’t plan on using it often, but I can pop it in my backpack and have it for when I’m coming out of the supermarket and it’s pissing it down. Sometimes, you just have to accept that certain mobility aides cannot be sexy.