Of course i was going to wait. NOT!
Hospital advice is back on hormones after two to three weeks. We’ve reached the two week mark…blood pressure, pulse and everything else seems back to normal (gutted, in hospital, to find my bp shooting up to 125/80…tis usually a much reasonabler 106/60: though i did scare them one night by dropping to 80-something over 50…don’t they know i have lizard genes?).
Anyway. Hormones are back. My understanding is the main reason for being off them is if there is a sudden need to whick me back in for surgery and as far as i can see, the only reason that might happen is if, when they remove my catheter tomorrow i go into “retention”. eeek!
And being back makes me happy. I wonder why. Obviously no impact yet: did poke my boobs optimistically in the hope that the growing pains would restart straight away, but suspect i have a little longer to wait for that.
All the same, whilst i’m not exactly a drug connoisseur (my lifetime experience has been remarkably limited) i do find the effect of oestrogen quite lovely. Was going to say that it makes me happy, but that’s too active a feeling. My brother, who is a GP, observed that it tendes to make his patients (male and female alike) feel “contented” – and he’s right. Very laid back, very at one with the world.
Which raises, in my mind, the question of how come some people haven’t gone for oestrogen as a drug of choice. Like, over time, it creates a lovely warm feeling about the world – and definitely has far fewer side effects than stuff like heroin.
Or maybe people DO use oestrogen that way and just don’t let on.
And how much of the effect is psychomatic? (some, i’d hazard, but only some).
Enough. The oestrogen is beginning to flow once more round my system. Prepare yourselves, readers, for highs, lows, tantrums, crying jags and total happinesses. Which is pretty much as it should be.