Female Stuff

So, if you're a man, you might not want to read this. It's not gory or anything, nor does it have details about secret woman stuff. I'm just sure it would not interest you in the slightest.

The reason I'm writing this is because I've been told by doctors that this is a fairly common problem and that there's nothing that can be done about it. I thought if I threw it out, someone might just know something or at least be able to commiserate with me. I've posted about this before with the same motive but haven't received the answers I hoped for.

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To start off with, you're going to want to go back to this post for some background. You'll also notice, if you do a little search, that I write a post about my heart about once a month for the couple months that followed this linked-to post.

Well, things have been nice and quiet here as far as my heart is concerned....Until this morning.

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I have to share that the reason I started checking in with doctors about this was because, the first chance I had to give blood after #7 was born, I went in and did so. In the questionnaire they give you that practically asks you how many hangnails you've had in your lifetime, asks about lung and heart problems and if you've ever had them. Well, of course, knowing what I had just been through with my pregnancy and delivery, I marked yes.

When the Red Cross person came back in to check my answers, she inquired about that one. I explained and told her I wasn't having any problems. She explained that I needed to be careful of that because of so many silent heart attacks women are having at menopause. YIKES! Okay, so I don't want to be one of those statistics.

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Here's the story this morning. I am now almost 100 percent sure that this heart thing is tied to my hormonal cycle. If you read the previous post, I went to bed TOTALLY wiped out last night--unusually tired for the amount of activity I did yesterday. Last night I had insomnia. It's been a long time, but I used to wake up when my heart would flip out. That one strong beat was enough to wake me. I don't know if that's what caused it this morning, but it very well could have been.

I was up for quite awhile and finally tried to sleep again at about 5:30. As I would drift off, my heart, which seemed to be beating normally, would suddenly thump really hard. I'm sure it was doing it more frequently because even though I'm pretty sure I slept, it felt like I wasn't sleeping at all. When I woke up this morning, Aunt Flo had arrived. I'm pretty sure she brings it with her.

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I really hate going to my doctor. She passes things off quickly and solves every problem without probing deeper. She's in a hurry to move onto the next set of problems that sits on that paper-covered table. I've tried to change doctors but have had little luck.

So, I think, maybe this is just a very common thing. I know it will pass again here in a couple of days and maybe it'll even go away for a number of months like it did this time, but for the time being, it's such a pain--not in the literal sense. It just makes me super tired.