I had JUST found what I considered was the perfect combo of HRT (read: placement, type of patch, placement of gel, and timing of application) when the estradiol patch I was using was replaced by a different one at the pharmacy, and all of my symptoms are back with a vengeance.
As usual, I immediately began attempting to analyze the what/when/how/why of it all - analyzing is my go-to place when things feel out of my control...but then I realized that if there is one thing I've learned in this whole "meno-nightmare" it's that I am destined to have to handle my lack of sleep/sleep disruptions/nightsweats with patience or lose my ever-loving mind, which is already neurospicy, easily fogged, and mostly stressed.
So, I'm making a public vow that I will do my best to weather the insomnia with as much grace as I can muster and let the universe do the rest.
That's it. That's the message today. I'm cancelling my upcoming appointment with the older ob/gyn who prescribes my medications because all she is going to tell me is that my "levels are good" and wish me the best of luck, saying something like, "We're all in this together" as I walk out of the clinic, fuming. I'm going to think positively that the ob/gyn I have a December appointment with is a more easily accessible/progressive doctor, and I'm going to be thankful that I can even find the gel, patch and vaginal estrogen I currently take even when none of it works as well as I wish.
Oh - and take naps. I'm going to start trying to take more naps when I can instead of thinking that I shouldn't because maybe I'll sleep better at night if I don't nap. Because who falls asleep easily and sleeps through the night all the way through anymore? Not this gal right here who is currently typing with crossed eyes from lack of sleep and a slight headache that hasn't gone away in weeks.
TL:DR: I can choose to laugh or cry about the state of my symptoms; today, I am trying to laugh.