I'm starting to wonder why at times we even go to the doctors office to find out what exactly is wrong with us in the first place. For those who don't know, I have late-onset congenital adrenal hyperplasia (or Locah as I like to call it). Pretty much, it means that there is a partial enzyme blockage in my adrenal glands that not only reeks havoc with my hormones (for those who thought I was a little off, you now have something to pin it on), but with my body as a whole, pretty much rendering me at this point not able to have children (I can have children eventually, just not right now). As a form of treatment, I'm on steroids to help suppress the extra crap my body is producing (which comes with its own little bundle of side effects like weight gain). The reproductive endocrinologist that I'm currently seeing is a really great doctor (not to mention funny) is a total loss as to what is going on with me. Everything was all fine and kosher for about 4 months and then my symptoms started flaring up again. He looked at my labs that were done in February, he's getting worried because between those and my current symptoms, he's at a total loss right now--half of my symptoms suggest that the steroids are working too well and the other half of my symptoms (including my lab work) are suggesting that the steroids aren't working well enough...hence my current pickle.
I'm so frustrated right now because it always seems as if the *important* stuff that I want in my life I have to constantly fight for and I'm tired of it. I'm very grateful to have Brian with me right now because he is definitely my rock (as well as my sista friend Alicia). Why can't anything I really want ever come easy for me?
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