To menopause or not to menopause… that is the question the doctors can’t answer yet. Just when I thought I had a new permanent hashtag for my blog, I had another menses. And then another.
My last FSA labs were over 70, which has me squarely post-menopause, yet I still have a thick, juicey vagina. TMI? Welcome to my blog!
I reported to the VA for a biopsy crying “Please don’t cut me!” I keed! I may still need one but the doctor sent me for a recheck on labs first. I let the endocrinologist know but she was dismissive. Anything that doesn’t fit into her neat little “evidence-based” box is a figment of the patient’s imagination. I always hope practitioners come to the VA with an open mind because as my previous endocrinologist used to say, there’s still so much we don’t know about our bodies. And regardless of what the tests say, you should still treat the symptoms. Also, it irritated the shit out of him that so many VA doctors behaved like tests and medication were coming out of their own damn pockets.
Unfortunately he retired. So I pay out of pocket when I want a second-opinion. Fact: Multiple Endocrine Neoplasia (MEN), up until a few years ago, was labeled 1 or 2, and are genetic. But with an increase in these ‘rare genetic’ disorders popping up in veterans with no family history of the disease and no genetic markers (ie: regardless of what the tests say), clinicians created a new category: 4. How is that not a case in point for an endocrinologist to keep an open mind?
On one hand, I was looking forward to menopause because hormone replacement therapy was sounding like a possible cure-all for everything from my insomnia to hot flashes to hang nails. But alas, it might be another false alarm. At least my VA OB doc is better than my endo and recognizes that dealing with meno symptoms off and on for the last 20 years is the only roller coaster I don’t enjoy. So she says that regardless of what is causing the menopause symptoms, she’s putting me on hormones. But she needs more tests to know which type to start me on. If I’m not actually post menopause, she wants to start me on the Nuvaring, which will deliver a low-dose hormone that might offer some balance and relief.
M and I are still doing well after a couple of hiccups a few weeks ago. If there is one strong commonality we have between us, it’s communication. I told him if things don’t work out between us, can we agree to not talk about each other – good or bad – with anyone in our dance community? If people ask, just say it didn’t work out and I don’t want to talk about it. He agreed but followed up with “how about we just don’t break up?”
He’s cuddly, endearing and most of the time emotionally satisfying but there is room for improvement and growth in the physical department. I’m the first uninhibited partner he has had and he is enjoying it. But in conversations about sex, he told me that in the 5 years he was with his fiancé, two of those were a sexual desert. And he said it wasn’t a new development because when they first began dating, she admitted that she was not very sexual. And he said that was fine because sex is not terribly important to him.
I’ve been chewing on this.
Dancing is important to me. Sex is also important to me. I can tell him that I want him to initiate more but if the simple fact is that sex is not one of his motivators then no wonder he can stop mid-pump, pull his pants on and run out the door to a dance. Because dance is his crack. When he did that months ago, I was speechless and hurt. I told him the next day to never do that to me again. I am the Queen of Quickies so if we need to set an alarm because one of us has somewhere to be, fine, but don’t pull out mid-thrust! Wait for me to call it. And if I don’t call it, then you better damn well keep it going!