At the beginning of the year I ran out of my T3 Thyroid medication, I do this every so often and think I’ll be fine and then two weeks later I’ve forgotten my own name so many times I realise that maybe I should go get the script re done. I also thought that it had been a while since I had my bloods done so it might be a good time to see how my hormone levels were.
My usual GP wasn’t there so I saw someone else. He seems nice enough and tell him that I was taking T3 and it was really helping, that I’m 44 and sometimes I don’t ovulate and I’m often tired, so I want to check oestrogen levels and make sure there is nothing obviously “wrong”. He asks me how I would know that I don’t and I reply “you know the usual, cervical fluid, energy levels, libido, body temp” He says nothing and offers me the script and the pathology form.
I don’t mention the word Peri-Menopause as I’m not really sure I want to get into that conversation.
I know I need to get these done on day 21 (this is when Progesterone levels should be rising for the final week of our cycle.)
Feb rolls around and I’m at my sisters in Canberra, then March, and well we all remember March right?!
So I find myself in May, on a Monday afternoon after clinic, it was a full morning and I feel myself crashing, I’m exhausted and emotional and I sit there in the car on the way home crying and inhaling a whole packet of m&m’s.
I’m not even sure what I’m upset about and I go home to run a bath and crawl into bed exhausted before the sun sets.
I wake up the next morning and DING light bulb moment I realise it’s now day 22 and I think I know what’s happening.
I can already feel the energy in my pelvis dropping like my period is going to arrive and I remember the pathology test so off I go. This is the perfect time to catch what is really going on. My period turned up on day 23 this month, that feeling never lies.