rustyraven75 said:My thyroid levels are fine—I already had that checked—but I guess we'll have to tackle the rest once we get started.
I know I’m going to have to push for more testing because, based on everything I'm feeling, I'm pretty sure it's PCOS. The weird part is my period has been regular since I was eleven; it never used to be late, but for the last four months, it's been lagging by 10 to 12 days. My doctor told me PCOS usually shows up as missing periods for months at a time, but apparently, I'm just the exception to the rule. 🤣
I have to laugh at the whole thing just to keep from losing it—it's so frustrating. I've cycled through several different doctors now, and finally, when I think I've found someone sane, well... life happens.
And as for the pill? No thanks. I had a nightmare experience with Yasmin, Triquilar gave me cellulite and ten pounds of weight gain, and Celest left me with mood swings from hell. Plus, with my family history regarding breast cancer, I'm really hesitant to mess with hormones anymore.🙂
Anyway... I'm heading back to the clinic in a few days to have a real talk with my doctor.😁
I suppose you’ll have to be persistent—if things don't start improving—but that's just how it goes, I guess. For the longest time, my cycle was practically as precise as a high-end Swiss timepiece; it would arrive right around the 23rd or 24th of the month—I started at thirteen, if I recall correctly. Eventually, things drifted slightly—the cycles stretched out to about 34 days—but since every ultrasound came back looking absolutely flawless and I wasn't dealing with any other glaring symptoms, there was never actually a formal diagnosis to speak of. Not until about a year and a half ago, anyway. Mind you, I don't exactly suffer from the textbook, classic symptoms; lately, it feels more like PCOS. My cycles stay regular—well, mostly—and ovulation definitely occurs, but I try to stay on top of everything and keep it under control, as much as one can.
I can’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of the whole situation—mostly because if I didn't, I’d probably just lose my mind. It’s been such an exhausting cycle of frustration, really. I’ve cycled through more gynecologists than I care to admit, searching for someone who actually knows what they're doing, and I finally think I’ve stumbled upon one. Someone actually normal—heaven knows how that happened.
Unfortunately—and I say this with a certain degree of resignation—you can’t exactly go out and find a single, flawless solution that addresses every possible complication at once. Well, actually, you *can*—but then we run into the rather inconvenient reality of the price tag. It turns out perfection isn't free, I suppose. 😛 I suppose one might argue that there's a specific tool for every particular problem—one for this issue, another for that one, and a third for something else entirely. That’s just how things tend to play out when you're dealing with women's matters, I guess.
Honestly, I wouldn’t touch birth control with a ten-foot pole. My experience with Yazmin was nothing short of a nightmare—it basically gifted me cellulite and a solid ten pounds of unwanted weight. Then there was Celest, which triggered these absolutely brutal mood swings that made everything feel impossible. Plus, given my family history with breast cancer, I think I've reached my limit; I'm just not interested in playing games with hormones anymore. 🙂
Hey—is anyone actually around? Just checking in, I suppose. 😢Well, if that’s the case, then I suppose it's probably better to just move on—honestly, it's likely not worth the headache. I’d suggest sitting down with your OB-GYN to see what the actual options are—though, obviously, you’ll need to run a full battery of tests first. Don't be afraid to push back, either; you have every right to insist on getting those done.