First appointment

So, appointment yesterday.

It went about as well as I expected it to. The nurse who walked me back and took my weight and blood pressure was so nice. But I couldn’t help it. As soon as we walked through the door to go back into the office, I started sweating. My heart was racing and all I could think about was getting out of there.

No big surprise that my BP was 150/100. As soon as she took the cuff off my arm I started crying. *sigh*

It was a hard visit. After hearing everything, my doc said she thought the problem could be a number of things -- a thyroid condition, uterine fibroids, polyps, PCOS and a couple of others.  She ordered a battery of tests to start narrowing down the possibilities.

She decided she wanted me to start taking birth control pills to try and get the bleeding to stop until we can figure out why it started in the first place. I told her that the last time I was on the pill, it took 6 months before my periods came back. She seemed to think it was an acceptable risk, even if it meant delaying any potential fertility.

I guess I didn’t realize how long of a road this was going to be. She gave me a 3 month prescription. If it takes me another 6 months to get periods again, it means almost another year of waiting.

I guess when you’ve already been trying for 3 years, adding another isn’t too big of a deal, right?

I had the joy of getting a pelvic exam yesterday, giving a urine sample, and having blood drawn. I have an ultrasound scheduled for 2 weeks from now and then a follow up after that to see where we stand.

All I know is that my heart is still racing today; my hands still jittery and clammy. I’m still terrified, and I still think I might burst into tears.

Yesterday was just step one. I don’t know where this journey will end, and I don’t know if I’m ready for it.