...LET THERE BE BLOOD

That title says it all.  I am dramatic and I know it.  The next couple of weeks after my first blood results just meant more and more blood.  THANK GOD for all the tests they can run with our blood.

Now if you know anything about blood tests, you've got to have multiple test ran on the same things to get a definite answer.  I had autoimmune disease blood work ran, cancer (yes I asked for this specifically due to WedMD) all my vitals, FSH, prolactin, estrogen, testosterone, LH, AMH, YOU NAME IT!  I made lots of friends the weeks I got my blood drawn: there was a lady from Russia who let me drink juice and lay back when she took my blood.  We were BFFs be the end of it.  Hope she found the organic mango juice at publix, HAH! (inside joke for me and my Russian BFF) I also made enemies with some other blood drawers whom said "Sweetie you don't need to lay down to get your blood drawn, you'll be fine." She was lucky I had somewhere to be after that so I had to try and not pass out the whole time....though I won't tell her because I am stubborn, thanks for not letting me lay down that day.  I earned a wee bit more courage for my blood drawing fiascos. 

Then the waves of results came in.  And when I say waves I mean tsunamis.  The first one showed my FSH at 134 and my LH at 72.........The doctor said "Your blood work is showing the levels of a woman who is in menopause"
My face at that second appointment...pssshhhh OK. See you in a week for the next one.  Menopause...HAHAHAH! Yeah right....Right?

That next week that led up to the rest of the blood work results was hands down the worst week of my life thus far.

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