I’ve had a strange week. Up one minute down the next. Not sleeping, still. Rampant heartburn, which seriously gets me down. Horrible stomach pains, which feels like my entire insides are on fire. Diahorrea one minute, bunged up the next. Weird head symptoms I haven’t had in years and a scary lack of energy. Then there’s the usual joint pain, back pain, neck pain, head pain, nausea, floaters, brain fog, sore throat etc. etc. ad nauseum.
All out of the blue on Wednesday I started my period, which wasn’t due for another 8 days. So, after a 6 month hiatus, it looks like the peri-menopause is on the move again, with my last 3 cycles being 25 days, 25 days and 20 days. And now I’m wondering how much of my recent decline in health, insomnia, lack of energy and mood swings are down to that, how much is down to my mast cell disease after becoming allergic to all my antihistamines, and how much is just a general ME shitty patch.
Truth is, it’s impossible to know. And irrelevant, when I can’t take anything for any of the symptoms whatever their cause (so, please, no advice on trying hormones, black cohosh or anything else because I can guarantee you, I’m allergic).
According to Google, 80% of healthy women going through peri-menopause will suffer increased “fatigue”, so the fact I’m feeling like I’ve been run over by a bus is probably to be expected. It still sucks though.
I had my annual Doctor’s visit last week and asked her about my fainting episode during my last period. She said that, although uncommon, it’s not unheard of during peri-menopause and she wasn’t concerned in the slightest. As mine happened a few hours before bleeding began, she explained that we have a mix of hormones which trigger the bleed and during menopause the surges of these hormones can be extreme and affect all our other bodily systems. She didn’t even take a blood test, but did say that if it became intrusive I should go back and see her (though it took me 6 weeks to get this appt, so I’d better not be in any kind of rush!).
On a change of subject, I’m still having problems in the area where I had my molar removed last September. The tooth next to it has had a sore patch on the gum ever since which irritates the life out of me. I thought it would eventually settle down, but it’s worse if anything and I don’t know what’s going on. I see the dentist next month and only hope he can shed some light.
I was given a mouth guard to wear on my bottom teeth to help with my TMJ and I think it does, if only I could tolerate it in my mouth. It makes my teeth ache like a son of a bitch and is just so uncomfortable I can barely stand to wear it. I went back and had another, less tight, one made but still no joy. I think a combination of my delicate EDS gums and my pressure urticaria are going to make using any kind of mouth brace impossible *big sigh*.
I dug deep into my energy bank today and went out for lunch with the Olds, as it’s Father’s Day here in the UK. My reflux has not thanked me one little bit, and I could now cry with the pain, but my Dad enjoyed it so that was the main thing.
As you can probably tell, I’m feeling proper down in the dumps today and just sick and tired of being sick and tired. It’s relentless. The bloody weather isn’t helping things either. It’s now the middle of June, the longest day, and it’s 15c and raining. Again. I can’t believe it’s summer and I still have my central heating on, FFS! I do so much better in warm, sunny weather (about 21C is optimal) but the long range forecast is for another month of the same shite so it’s not looking hopeful. I love Britain but our weather, particularly here in the North, is pants.
Having said all that, the wild flowers are out and there is nowhere prettier than the UK for the flowers that line our roads and fill our fields, so I’ll leave you with a picture of an Ox-Eye Daisy I took this morning. Nature always makes me smile