Last July when I met my boyfriend, I weighed ~170lbs and was a size 12/14. My favorite jeans were a pair of size 12 Banana Republics that fit like a glove. I was fit and healthy. Granted, I could have lost 15lbs and been at a decent weight for my height, but I have always carried my weight well.
Sometime between mid- to late-August and my birthday at the end of October (the 24th), I somehow gained 80lbs and weighed 250lbs. I went from a size 12/14 to a 20/22. I remember waking up on the morning of my birthday and going to put on the size 18 jeans I'd just bought less than three weeks before, and breaking down sobbing because I couldn't even pull them up all the way (and I had worn them less than a week before). I had to go buy clothes one to two sizes bigger than those in my closet on my birthday, just so I'd have something to wear.
Since then, regardless of the fact that I am very active (walk my two high-energy dogs every day, play with my horse and my best friend's horses, walk a lot at work, until a few months ago I was washing cars eight hours a day five days a week) and I eat well, I have not lost an ounce. I'm not going to lie and say I eat perfectly healthy, but I try my best. We have a home-cooked dinner every night and we try to make breakfast at least a few times per week. If there's a choice between a healthy snack and junk food, I'll take the healthy snack in a heartbeat. I even tried a couple of weight loss drugs (Lipozene and HydroxyCut) with no results.
So, back in April (when I had a full-time job and insurance), I went to my women's health practitioner. I laid out everything that was going on and said "Help!" After several extensive blood tests and two ultrasounds, the best she could come up with was that I had slightly elevated A1C (VERY slightly), my liver enzymes were slightly high, I had a couple of good-sized gallstones, and I had several small cysts in my uterus, along with a small cyst on my left ovary. None of which, by her own admission, would have caused me to gain 80lbs in less than two months. So, she put me on Metformin, sent me to a surgeon for my gallstones, and said "We'll recheck you in a few months to see where you're at."
Right about the time I was supposed to go back in for my follow-ups, I was fired from my job and lost my insurance. Since I couldn't afford to go in without insurance and I didn't qualify for state-funded health coverage, I was stuck.
Now, starting back in May, I skipped my period...for four months straight. On September 19th, after half a dozen negative pregnancy tests, I finally went to the community health clinic to see if they could figure out what was wrong. The reproductive health practitioner I saw basically told me that all my problems were because I was fat and if I lost weight, I wouldn't have any problems anymore. I left that visit nearly in tears. Shortly before my appointment, my period decided to finally show up...and it hasn't gone away. In the last four weeks, I have been basically hemorrhaging daily (I have to wear an adult diaper all the time because I never know what's going to happen). I know that I have to be pretty badly anemic, even with the daily multi-vitamin I take. I'm always tired, my joints ache, I get winded ridiculously easy, I'm plagued by headaches, and I have random mood swings.
I went back to the community health clinic last Thursday (my birthday) for another appointment with the reproductive health practitioner (yes, the same one that called me fat) to address the excessive bleeding. She actually listened this time (helped that I had my best friend with me to back me up and to clarify things) and had me make a follow-up appointment for today (the 31st) so that she could get my records from the women's health practitioner I saw before and review them. I went into today and basically got "I have no idea what's going on with you, but something has to be up for you to gain all that weight that quickly." She said that if I had insurance, she'd suggest I go to the Mayo Clinic because "they love puzzles."
So, now I have an appointment with a general practitioner at the community health clinic to do more bloodwork and ultrasounds, but the soonest they could get me in is December 12th. In the meantime, I'm still bleeding heavily on a daily basis.
I'm just so frustrated.
I guess this was just me needing to vent. I've got a raging headache and I've got to work on finishing my and my boyfriend's Halloween costumes so we can go out tonight with my best friend (even though I don't really want to now). Virtual cookies if you made it through all that.
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