It’s funny, but as I’ve lost weight my PMS and menstrual symptoms have gotten more pronounced, rather than lessening. Doctors have you believe that super-heavy periods, painful cramping and other symptoms are a result of your morbid obesity. “Lose weight”, they tell you, “and things will get better”. Only for me at least, they’ve gotten worse. Before I had super-heavy periods that were 7-8 days long and regular (every 29 days or so). Now they’re completely irregular in timing, which I expected, seeing as how I’ve had not only dramatic weight loss (133.4 lbs. since April 2009), but major nutritional changes. But I certainly didn’t expect my PMS and menstrual symptoms to get worse as opposed to getting better. I’m definitely more irritable and down when I’m PMSing, and in addition to the aching thighs, legs and calves that I had before, I’m now getting the stereotypical sore boobs, too. Sore boobs, WTF? The only other time I’ve ever dealt with that was when I was pregnant. It was so bad the other night that I was just holding them as gingerly as possible when I got into bed (I don’t sleep with a bra on, obviously), and when Dan made a move to touch them (jokingly), I nearly bit his head off. Heh.
And the pain… oy. Midol Complete helps, but not nearly enough. Yesterday afternoon I took half of a Percocet (my own prescription, thank you very much, so you can go ahead and resist the urge to speed-dial the FDA) on top of a Midol Complete tablet, and while I was certainly a bit fuzzy feeling after that, the pain diminished significantly, so I was actually able to make it through the afternoon and finish up some franchise lead generations, rather than just lay around moaning.
Speaking of Percocet, it isn’t one of the most popular narcotics, is it? Everyone is all about the Vicodin. I’ve had both — Percocet after my c-section, and Vicodin after my wisdom teeth removal and gastric bypass surgery — and between the two, Percocet is definitely my drug of choice. Don’t get me wrong, Vicodin works, but it doesn’t seem to dull the pain as much. More than anything, it just knocks me out. Percocet, on the other hand, does a better job of taking the pain away. But I noticed that it makes me feel kind of disconnected from my limbs, and my breathing is definitely suppressed a bit by it, so maybe that’s why most doctors just prescribe Vicodin.
So why am I running around with a prescription for Percocet? Well, as I mentioned last Tuesday, I saw my surgeon’s assistant on Monday morning concerning the gallbladder attacks I’ve had, and in particular the severe one I had last weekend. She scheduled me for an ultrasound (which was negative for gallstones or inflammation) and a CT and HIDA scans (to check for general gallbladder function, as well as the function of my stomach pouch and intestines; so far I haven’t heard back from my surgeon), and offered me a prescription for painkillers to take for any subsequent attacks I might get again. She asked me to “pick [my] poison”, and my immediate response was Percocet. Like I told her, I’m not a druggie and I haven’t had much experience with painkillers, but of the three times I’ve been prescribed them, I felt that Percocet did a better job. So Percocet it is!
Anyway, I think I’ve name-dropped narcotics enough in this post, so I’m going to go paint my nails and then check work email.