I'm working on the sets of tests to be done before my appointment with the big brain doc in Seattle. Rather a pain, but worth if it we get any useful information. It's a no-brainer I'm tired of doctors telling me that my symptoms and problems are weird and well, sorry, we just don't know. I suppose I'm not really holding my breath that this time will be any different; I can wish, though.
It's hard to face it that I won't make it (get healthy--or healthier) in time to have another child. I'm 43. Even if I were healthy, that'd be pushing it. All sorts of complications and problems occur at this age. And the last time I was pregnant, at 39, it was a cluster f---, ending in disaster. Heck, being pregnant at 31 was a health tsunami for me. To say my pregnancy and delivery with Anna was fraught with problems is like saying the Pacific Ocean is a little pond.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy I was able to have Anna. For a long time, we thought we'd never have a child of our own. And she's great! There are lots of people who never get that blessing. And I know that. It's still hard, especially when confronted with women who shoot babies out like pez dispensers.
I still want to get healthy, though (duh). I hope that can happen. But, really, what are the odds? I'd keep my money in my pocket if I were you. I'm still going to try, though (duh). So, I'm going to see my old hcg diet doc in a couple of weeks and pay up for my potion. Planning an early January launch date. Stay tuned to this channel for further updates.
Last time it went well. I lost a bit more than average and stabilization and maintenance went perfectly well. In fact, I was easing down a little more on my own and then surgery happened. As per usual, it threw my system into chaos and I went into another rapid weight gain cycle with all the accompanying Cushingoid symptoms. I'm hoping as there's no surgery on deck, this time I'll get more of the (same) weight off, and that it will stay off.
Ideally, the doc will figure out the root cause of my problems and we can fix it. Were it fixed, my weight issues would melt away on their own, so to speak. But again, the odds? Never tell me the odds.
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