Still Kickin'

I'm still alive!  Lupron hasn't chucked me down to the depths.  Actually - I'm doing pretty darned good.

The first couple of weeks I had a major increase in pain, which is normal, and that was less than enjoyable.  However, it was nice to be able to feel more confident that certain areas where I felt pain were actually endo related.  I'm talkin' 'bout the poop chute, my friends.

There's  no such thing as TMI on this blog, ladies.  Sorry to warn you after the fact.

Anywho, I still have some tailbone pain that I would really like to go away.  The hot flashes are not fun, but they are manageable.  The mood swings are dramatic enough that I can recognize that I'm being completely irrational (Turkey soup, people.  I started a fight about turkey soup.).  I have noticed some joint pain over the past few days and I'm not excited about that.  Hopefully it's temporary.  Shot numero dos is Thursday.

My in-laws were supposed to be here for Thanksgiving.  My father-in-law has been being a stubborn old Korean man and not listing to his doctors having gallbladder issues, so we made an executive decision that made me feel like one of "those" adult children.  We told them we weren't cool with their "let's drive 5 hours to the air port and spend 8 hours flying across the country while seriously ill" plan and convinced them to stay home.  It worked, though!  He moved up his surgery consult (and learned that his gallbladder isn't even functioning at this point, so I'm glad they didn't travel) and scheduled a date.  They say he should be fine once it comes out.

The weight loss is happening!  I'm down 5 pounds.  I'd have to lose about 12.5 more to hit the RE's goal before we start stimming, and since that should happen in about 7 more weeks, I'm thinking I'm not going to get there.  Seriously, why did I let a man convince me this would be a piece of cake?  A tall man at that.  I'm going to keep going and get as close as I can.  My eating habits have been very healthy, and even though my calories are restricted to short girl levels, I'm not starving.  I've been running a lot and my shins are starting to let me know that's not okay, so I'm going to have to hike my butt down to the gym and haul myself on an elliptical I suppose.  I hate ellipticals.  My feet are too small and slide all over the place and I can barely reach the handles.  It's like watching an uncoordinated gerbil try to run up a crooked, giant wheel.

I don't know if it's the Lupron or the time off from the baby-makin' train, but I'm felt my old self coming back at times.  There have been moments of... dare I say it... giddiness.  I actually feel guilty for feeling happy during this little spurts.  It's like part of me thinks I need to give my grief it's due and be sad forever.  Obviously this is ridiculous and I've told that part of me to shut it.

That's life in a nutshell at the moment.  Just boring enough to have nothing to write about and enjoying it.