Sunday, August 11, 2013

I Shouldn't Be surprised

I've always been the type to be super sensitive to medicine. If it says, "may make you drowsy" it can be expected that I'll be kin to dead for the next 12 hours. If it says, "take with food" we're talking steak and potatoes as opposed to a glass of milk in order to keep it down. That's just me.

So I shouldn't be too surprised that injecting hormones into my body has the same effect.

Perhaps the most notable change is my loss of a temperament dial. For our purposes, consider most people to have a 1-10 radio volume dial style device that controls their anger, stress etc... A level 1 being a happy fun filled day by the beach with a bucket of Sam Adams, and a 10 being a "Call the Pope in for an exorcism." Well, these hormones have replaced my slowly escalating dial with a rocker switch. I'm either sand in my toes... or speaking in tongues and levitating. I can go from one to the other and back again inside of 10 minutes.

Truly, it must be humorous to those around me. I'm trying so hard to control my temper when I know I'm getting needlessly stressed out or upset, and it makes me sweat. Profusely. And this girl doesn't sweat. Like, not even when I am working out hard.

The other thing I've noticed are the cravings and exhaustion. I swear, it's like I'm ALREADY pregnant. In 10 minutes tonight I craved ranch dressing, hot wings, spaghetti and honey. But I'm so tired I don't think I can stay awake long enough to cook any of them. So I opted for oven chicken wings with a side of ranch.

So most days I'm a sweaty, smelly, stressed sister stuffing her face with God knows what.

1 comment:

  1. Hopefully it will level out a bit and not be so drastic for you. Hang in there, chick!