Are The tablets Working??

During April and May 2015, once we got over the worms and spots, Hubs would ask me from time to time if I thought the tablets were working.

He had been rather concerned about the progesterone tablet episode. Sometimes he asked me in a good way and sometimes in a “well they don’t seem to be working” sort of way. My answer was always, “I don’t know – yes and no”. Bit rubbish really.


I decided to take stock

I was taking 4mg of estrogen only HRT tablets – split am and pm. These had stopped the migraines and the aching body – sometimes. I didn’t lie in bed with night sweats every night.

Changing my diet overnight took away the worst of the mood swings. Absolutely NO sugar, absolutely NO starchy carbohydrates and I had to have protein with each meal. This was extraordinary in terms of how quickly my blood sugar slowed down instead of going crazy and spiking, especially in the afternoons. Also bloody hard to maintain and required super menu planning and shopping skills. Skills I was not known for, in fact rather the opposite.

I felt quite jealous when a friend told me that her progesterone was a god send and sent her straight off for a good night’s sleep. I also wasn’t sure how I would get anti-cancer protection if I didn’t take extra progesterone? Lots of women take HRT so what happens to their progesterone? Where is it all?

I was still taking Ciprolax each morning and Xanax at night. I had reduced the latter to half a tablet most of the time, and one when I was desperate to get some SLEEP. Still only ever 3 or 4 hours at a time though. If I took one whole one, I would feel really, really wafty in the mornings till about midday as a result of it.

I still had to get up at 5.30am to take tiny treasure to school, no matter when I actually got to sleep.


Every time I read an article about how important it was to sleep…

I would feel like either crying or shouting. It just made me feel as if it were all my fault, that somehow I was awake on purpose. I WAS NOT. I had an older friend who had the exact same problem with her anti-depressants when she was peri-menopausal. She could only sleep for 3 hours at a time. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I always felt better when I knew it wasn’t it just me though.

The conundrum was that I didn’t know if my brain fog was a result of serious sleep deficit or if I had brain fog in its own right.

Whatever, it might be fair to say that I was NOT the sharpest pin the sewing basket till 12 and some mornings I did suspect I really shouldn’t have been driving. There was even one Monday when I actually got hubs to take tiny treasure to the school bus. I just had that feeling…

The doctor had told me in October 2014 to get the HRT and my hormone levels happy or happy enough and NOT to tamper with the anti-depressant dosages as the withdrawal could – guess what – be vicious and could result in unpleasant side effects.

That made sense to me. I clearly would need a withdrawal plan. I decided I would wait until August to start fiddlearsing around with them.

I hadn’t given any thought as to how to come off my HRT tablets, as I had only been on them for 9 months and I kept changing dose and type. I did have food for thought though as I met a woman recently though who was slowly STOPPING her HRT, as planned with her doctor, as she was 55 and had been on them for 5 years.

In the meantime having peri-menopause and lots of blood work done, had thrown up an underactive thyroid, reverse hypoglycemia and a leaky gut. The latter courtesy of lots of horrid parasites on a regular basis for the last 30 years and therefore lots of antibiotics on a regular basis to kill the little bastards.

I never really knew what the thyroid was for frankly, but guess what it, can ALSO stop you sleeping.

I spent most of my time confused as to what was cause and what was effect, what was peri-menopause and what were the other things that had been skulking about my body hidden and waiting for my hormone happiness to dwindle before coming to bite me on the bum – or eyelids now.

I continued merrily with two steps forward and a week backwards.

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