Another update.
So, since I’ve written last, I’ve gotten an in office sleepy study done and it didn’t show any sleep apnea. I think I am just under being considered mild sleep apnea. However, when the sleep doctors notes came in, they noted that I am considered obese when looking at my BMI. So that’s fun for me.
After the sleep study results did come in, I had a mini breakdown with my doctor on the phone complaining about how I’m trying to lose weight and it isn’t working and how I am not getting my period it comes and goes at random. She then sprung to action and called the lab where my bloodwork was submitted just a day before and had them add on a ton of hormonal tests such as FSH, TSH, etc. These all came back normal but then triggered me to thinking that maybe this could all be related to polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS), so I reached out to my PCP asking her if I could have her do an androgen panel blood test to which she said we could. So I just went back in this last Monday to get my blood drawn again to test for FSH, LH, and an androgen panel.
The LH and FSH have come back as 16.2 and 2.2, respectively. I’m pretty sure that this already indicates PCOS since these ratios should be 1:1 or 2:1 and mine is 8:1 which I’ve read means PCOS.
I’m intrigued to see what the results for the androgen panel will be this next week. I’m so sick of being sick and just not feeling well.
I’m trying to hold on to the hope that once I figure out what is making me so sick, I can start medication and then hopefully start feeling better. I feel like my life is just wasting away right now. I do have a job which is giving me meaning and purpose but overall this is just really tough. I thought it was sleep apnea and was all ready to get a CPAP machine and then start to feel better, but nope. That’s really what sent me into a full breakdown was like if it’s not sleep apnea then what in the hell is it?
Like I’ve said before, this is not for the faint of heart. I’ve had to search deep for the strength to get through this and could not do this without the help of my family and friends and therapist. I’m just also so grateful I’ve found a PCP that actually cares and is helpful. I think that’s what has also given me renewed hope during this current chapter because I know she’ll try and help me figure this out.
So here we go, holding on to hop and the thoughts that it will get better. It has to.
(Picture is from Lake Beaulah, WI, USA.)