Wow, Depression Packs a Punch
I apologize for the depressing, “woe is me” entry below. I deleted it from my list of posts, but it’s still there. I posted yesterday in a moment of weakness.
Today’s a better day. Have my hormones evened out? I wonder. I talked for 30 minutes with a woman at work this morning who helped me a lot. She’s a PhD-level biologist and said that she is going through menopause now and last week in a meeting, she just started crying. She said thank goodness she was with people she knows and has worked with a long time, all biologists, who, she said, “realize that we’re all just a mixture of chemicals.”
That’s a good way of looking at it: we’re just a mix of chemicals, and mine aren’t reacting well together right now.
Mark and I will meet with the doctor to see if there’s another option besides clomid—since I’m not ovulating anyway. I mean, there’s no use taking it every month (expensive, not covered by insurance) if it’s supposed to make me ovulate but doesn’t and I suffer the terrible side effect of being moody.
The woman I spoke with this morning said she knows of women who’ve tried to have children and were unable, and now they are living a pretty good life with a loving husband, a nice cabin in the woods, vacations—because children are expensive. Her point was, it’s fine either way; I’ll live a good life either way. I’m determined to.
Today’s a better day. Have my hormones evened out? I wonder. I talked for 30 minutes with a woman at work this morning who helped me a lot. She’s a PhD-level biologist and said that she is going through menopause now and last week in a meeting, she just started crying. She said thank goodness she was with people she knows and has worked with a long time, all biologists, who, she said, “realize that we’re all just a mixture of chemicals.”
That’s a good way of looking at it: we’re just a mix of chemicals, and mine aren’t reacting well together right now.
Mark and I will meet with the doctor to see if there’s another option besides clomid—since I’m not ovulating anyway. I mean, there’s no use taking it every month (expensive, not covered by insurance) if it’s supposed to make me ovulate but doesn’t and I suffer the terrible side effect of being moody.
The woman I spoke with this morning said she knows of women who’ve tried to have children and were unable, and now they are living a pretty good life with a loving husband, a nice cabin in the woods, vacations—because children are expensive. Her point was, it’s fine either way; I’ll live a good life either way. I’m determined to.
posted by Elizabeth Evans Fryer at 12:32 PM
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