The New Med Regime So Far, and Soccer!
Friday, June 22, 2012
Mild TMI warning...
It's been a week and a half since my endocrinologist appointment re: "PCOS-like symptoms", when he told me to stop my androgen-blocker and cyclic progesterone, and double my metformin to see if that would get me ovulating. So far all the side effects I've expected and more have been hitting me hard!
My weight spiked up a few pounds without the spironolactone (an androgen blocker and also a mild diuretic). I've been spotting every day. But worst of all the metformin has slowed down my digestion worse than ever (it has been noticeably slow ever since I started metformin 18 months ago). It's getting back to a manageable state but at its worst I was SO bloated I could hardly move, and spent one night retching violently because my undigested supper caused massive nausea. I still have broken blood vessels under my eyes from that! I'm willing to go along with it until my next labs tests and appointment in mid-August, but it had better be worth it!
Overall I've been feeling puffy and weaker than usual - my bike rides have been harder and my pants are fitting worse, which I know is just from the medication because nothing else has changed. It will get back to normal in time but it is discouraging anyway!
One pleasant surprise came today, though. I had a staff picnic retreat in the park and after lunch my colleagues started up a floor-against-floor game of soccer and voluntold me to join in. I was terrified! I was sure that the exertion would hurt and burn my lungs and be humiliating. But I didn't want to let down the team (or flat-out refuse my boss for no compelling reason) so I said okay. To my surprise, I was able to keep up with everybody and make some good saves and interceptions! My highlight came when the ball came sailing towards me in a perfect arc and I decided to try a header. It worked! It even went the right way which felt kind of epic, and everybody congratulated me on it. I was amazed that I was able to run that well, with no burning lung pain or iron taste in my throat. My face was bright red and I was sweaty and gross and kind of shaky afterwards but I could still walk and talk and nothing hurt! Puffy tummy or no, my body is really different now!
My emotional response to this challenge showed me that I still have conditioned patterns from a lifetime of being overweight. I'm AFRAID to exercise (other than my beloved biking), and especially terrified of team sports! Or group anything. I've even been too nervous to sign up for yoga class at work. I have to remind myself that this is not grade 7 gym class. No one is going to mock me. It can be fun if I get over my anxiety!