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Dr. Gaydude told me yesterday that my estradiol level was too high, so he's reducing my dose from 8 mg every two weeks to 6 mg. That means I'll be at less than a third the dose I started on all those years ago. If you see me in about seventeen days and I seem cranky to you, you now know why. Oh by the way, he wants to check my level again in a few weeks right before my shot, which neither he nor his predecessor Dr. Leather Bear ever asked me for. Okey doke.
And in other nunly body news, I've discovered that I can't sleep if I don't exercise. It was raining cats and dogs in my part of Seattle yesterday morning, and therefore no bike ride. I had a 10:00 meeting and no particular business at the top of the steep slope near my place, so I didn't climb it, as is my usual rainy morning backup plan. Well, the insomnia fairy has duly punished me for slacking off: I fell asleep sometime around 0200. When my alarm went off, I crashed for another couple of hours. I'm glad to work someplace where I can do that.
And in other nunly body news, I've discovered that I can't sleep if I don't exercise. It was raining cats and dogs in my part of Seattle yesterday morning, and therefore no bike ride. I had a 10:00 meeting and no particular business at the top of the steep slope near my place, so I didn't climb it, as is my usual rainy morning backup plan. Well, the insomnia fairy has duly punished me for slacking off: I fell asleep sometime around 0200. When my alarm went off, I crashed for another couple of hours. I'm glad to work someplace where I can do that.
