So not too much to say, other than I think I’m so hormonally challenged, I’m going crazy. Crazy mood swings, my middle section ever increasing and if I could manage it, I’d lock myself in with cartons of Haagen Daaz salted caramel gelato. I’ve been keeping busy, taking Boo and Juju out here and there. Yes, even to a pool. Long, summer, hot days…… Boo and I biking along Spanish Banks, hanging out at the watering hole in Lynn Valley, walking at the rocky waterfront, yelling at the dog to stop eating seaweed. Ah, summer. Wishing I had more energy…or more cold beer…desperately pushing the cranky back so I can enjoy my kid and this delicious summer.
I’m going to a naturopath tomorrow. Can I tell you how much I hate naturopaths? About as much as I hate doctors. We do have insurance for it so thank goodness for that. I’m going cause if I go to my family doctor I kinda know what she’s going to say, lose weight, exercise, your cholesterol is going up and you’re going to get diabetes if you’re not careful. That I already know. And then if I bring up my crappy, irritable mood that makes me not want to do anything, she’ll start the talk about anti-depressants. She wouldn’t be wrong in any of that of course. I was pretty darn close to suggesting it myself. It seems every month just before my period I slide into a hole where I want to set fire to the kitchen and run away to the circus. We’ve had that talk in the past, I ended up in counselling which helped a great deal and now I’m back at the beginning of that same circle. Now I’ve made a bit of money, I can invest in another route, one I haven’t done since infertility days. And that’s probably why I had such a problem with naturopaths.
The last time I went, I didn’t get what I wanted. Which was to get pregnant. All I got was a restricted diet which made me crazy, a pimply face from B-12 shots, and I still had to go to a doctor for my fibroids. I tried another one years later and got a 2 hour appointment full of strange tests terminating with a long and expensive list of supplements. I’m cranky and cranky people don’t have a lot of patience, but if I can give six weeks for a anti-depressant to work and give me a bunch of weird side effects than I can certainly give a naturopath another try. I got a good recommendation so I’ll let you know how it goes. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Or gin and tonic, one or the other.