It’s not a bad mood. I don’t feel particularly down. I’m actually kind of excited about a project at work that’s finally reaching fruition, and I’m looking forward to watching more Detective Conan, and I went to see Brooke’s wedding dress fitting today and it was fun, and now I’m sitting comfortably in my chair at my computer reading.
But I’m having a period. You know how that goes.
The thing is, I haven’t had one in quite a long time. I don’t remember when the last one was, and I can’t remember if I blogged it either. I do remember that it came some time after my last round of provera.
Not long after that, I ran out of estrace, and since I had no health insurance at the time, I didn’t refill my prescriptions. My doctor called me to let me know she was leaving the practice, so I don’t have an endocrinologist anymore anyway. I let all my prescriptions run out, and I haven’t taken any of them since. I had a regular checkup scheduled, but again, due to lack of insurance, I cancelled it, and have never rescheduled.
All that was somewhere around September.
So I’ve been off hormones, off blood pressure meds, and off thyroid meds for something like three or four months.
For about a week and a half now something that not even I, the TMI Queen, wish to state plainly. I’ll just say that it was consistent, which made it odd, because usually it’s on and off.
Then the day before yesterday, I noticed what seemed to be spotting. I noticed it again yesterday. But nothing seemed to be coming of it.
This afternoon, though, the full period came to fruition. It seems to be a fairly light one. What interests me about it, though, is the color of the blood. All the periods I can remember having in recent years started out brown. This one is brown and red at the same time.
I don’t know if that means anything.
Really, I’m just documenting this for myself, because I don’t have a set structure for recording my medical information. I guess I should think about that, because it’d be handy to just pull out a little book or something whenever a nurse asks me those questions they always ask.
In any case, I’m bloated and grumpy, but otherwise, I feel okay.