I got the results of my bloodwork from last week. Basically, there’s very little wrong with me. My ovaries just don’t like me. My insulin level was a bit high (27) but I hadn’t been fasting, so the number could be related to that. The nurse said that my progestorone level is on the low side of normal and my testosterone level is, well, she said in the middle, but I’m saying high side of normal (38 when 45 is the top number in the range). I’m on the second round of Prometrium now to induce a period. It didn’t work last time. I still have not had a normal period. This S.U.C.K.S!
I know, I know. I haven’t been trying nearly as long as some people, but the fact that I’m not ovulating is a sign that I’m not working right down there. So, I’ve asked about trying Clomid. If I do this, I want to do it in the summer so that I don’t have to deal with possible side effects AND new students. My next appointment will be next Wednesday morning instead of July 6th and we’ll figure out a new time-frame for taking these meds.
On top of this lovely phone call, I had a bad day at work. It wasn’t bad as much as it was just dreadfully hot in the building and kind of sad for me. I love, love, LOVE teaching American Lit. Next year, I’m no longer teaching it. I had to hand over my teacher’s edition, the one that I made all of my own notes in, and I cried. I sat down at my desk and got stressed out because I couldn’t find something and I cried. Five or six tears just fell right down my cheeks. I can’t talk to anyone there about it because it’s pointless. So, I just feel all bothered by the fact that someone who has never taught it before is teaching classes that could’ve been mine.
I can see myself being so bitter if things don’t start to look up soon.
Monday 2nd of June 2008
Sorry you are having a rough day!