An unabashed TMI post..

is what this is going to be. The indifferent and uninterested need not read. But sometimes a girl's just gotta blog.

At 33 some hormonics started to go awry in my life. (I need to insert here that hormonics is my word for all things hormonally related. I coined it just seconds ago, although I am postdating its usage to my life. I think its a nice play on a sister term "harmonics" which is essentially what state I am trying to achieve in my estrogenal life.) (Estrogenal is also my own made up word.) (Do not debate with a woman in hormonic or estrogenal trouble about the demerits of making up her own words.)

I'm just saying. Loudly.

Anyway, the point--it's moving around, I realize this--IS that at 33 the hormonics became entangled and complicated. By 35 the complications had complications to the point that I was a GYN nag. The blood tests did not show anything conclusive enough to do anything about anything. So hormonic issues created hormania and hormaniac episodes.

At 37, I left the GYN carousel and embarked on an internist who ran even more blood tests and discovered lo and behold, hypothryroidism and postmenopausal levels. The level of estrogen in my system was on a negative number line with a rapidly descending arrow at its endpoint. Relieved, my new best friend internist introduced my hormonics to the harmonics of hormone therapy. Of course, she also put me on thyroid therapy that set the other things to rights.

Well, the hormonic issues have suddenly reappeared and unfortunately has required a consult to the GYN. As the tests continue, as the results trickle in, as the therapies are juggled, and as the symptoms c.o.n.t.i.n.u.e., I am trying to remember that God even has a purpose in this.

He created the female system. And even when it doesn't work harmoniously, He is the healer and helper in my hormaniac episodes.

And to this end, I anticipate by faith a hormonically harmonious end.

Amen.