Wilting?

I had surgery. I am totally okay with surgery now. At least minor stuff. Recovery wasn't fun, but I felt so much better so quickly, and it really is interesting having the time disappear. Shoulder is good. I have almost 360 degree mobility strength is returning. I am able to do some work.  The Doctor's Clinic takes pretty good care of me.

Well, I may have solved a mystery I didn't even know was a mystery. My grandmother had one of the most finicky stomachs in the history of the world. She would like a food one day, then not like it the next. It would drive me absolutely bonkers. I couldn't understand it. Until last week....

About a month ago, I met with a psychiatric practitioner to help get a concrete diagnosis to all of the mental baloney that has been going on. We get a diagnosis, we get a pill, everything is hunky dory. Two weeks later, I get a call from her office letting me know that my pharmacy notified them of a possible interaction between the pill she prescribed and my birth control (for my PCOS) since I am not actually using the birth control to control birth I figure NBD but discuss it with my doctor who adds an additional drug that's known to help people with PCOS. I recognize it as a blood pressure pill that my grandmother took and we discuss precautions and all the fun stuff that comes with taking multiple blood pressure pills and what forth. Fast forward to the last week or so, I can barely function. I have no appetite, all I want to do is sleep, food will sound good one minute and foul the next, and I say absolutely not. I actually almost passed out yesterday. So I made an appointment to see my doctor today. I accused him of trying to kill me. He told me I looked like I was wilting before his eyes. And told me I looked like my roots needed watering. We discussed lowering the dosage to lowest possible levels but apparently I looked so miserable we decided to back me completely off the pills until I rediscover what feeling good feels like. and then we'll reassess a lower dosage or another angle or something.

So, I have decided my grandmothers stomach issues may have been influenced by her horrid blood pressure pill.

One the note of psychiatric diagnosis and stuff, it is better than it could be but not exactly fun. The pill does seem to be helping a lot. I have a lot of history I need to work through. Differentiating psychological trauma, psychiatric illness, and just plain emotions, is an interesting journey for me. I have a good support team in place.  I have a couple or three large life hurdles coming up and it will be interesting to see how I handle them with the knowledge I now have and a support team.

I appreciate every note of encouragement and support I get from everyone.

It's time for me to go back to napping.