I don’t want to think about lupron without a side of effexor (or: “There’s no crying in baseball.”)

by statia on June 6, 2006

Still no crying with the lupron, but jesus, if I thought I had hot flashes last time, it was NOTHING compared to what they’ve been like this time around. Unfortunately for me, nudity isn’t socially acceptable in public. Fortunately for you, well, nudity isn’t socially acceptable in public. The constant sweating is getting to be somewhat annoying. I’m sweating in places where I didn’t know I had places. Boob sweat, ass sweat (a.k.a. swamp ass), cleave sweat, ear sweat, hand sweat, back sweat, foot sweat. You name a part, I’m most likely sweating from it. The nurse at Dr. Pompy’s (aka, Dr. Nice) clinic said that it would probably subside when I started the estrogen patches. Me being the ever hopeful NAIVE person, chose to believer her and HAHAHAHAHAHA, let’s all have a good laugh at sweaty Statia’s Naiveté.

Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to go lift my boobs up next to my ears, so that I can wipe the sweat out from underneath them.


waiting line June 6, 2006 at 11:22 pm

GROOSSSSS!! Man, that last sentence as a doozey!

thalia June 7, 2006 at 12:05 am

Yuck. I hate sweating. I wish it was winter again.

Jadewolff June 7, 2006 at 5:53 am

Oh my, I actually had a mental image of that last sentence.

Kathy June 7, 2006 at 6:06 am

You need a full body pon.

Molly June 7, 2006 at 8:07 am

Ear sweat? Do ears even have sweat glands?

That’s fucked up, yo.

girl June 7, 2006 at 9:38 am

I loathe boob and cleave sweat. for some reason I always go to sleep really cold and wake up really hot. so I’ll wake up with the comforter on me and have sweat dripping down my cleave. it’s really sexy.

Faith June 7, 2006 at 11:30 am

You KNOW I can relate to the boob sweat, so that last sentence wasn’t anything short of, “Uh-huh…me too in a few minutes.” And I’m not even on anything that makes me sweaty.

Being a sweaty girl just means we’re hotter than everyone else. I like being a hot chick. :)

Donna June 7, 2006 at 4:11 pm

Don’t you have air conditioning at the new house? Maybe you can get Big Dog to sit front of you and wag his tail really fast.

Tracy June 7, 2006 at 7:41 pm

No, sit nekkid in front of a fan, and get the meester to hold your boobs up ;-)

Or better yet, get one of those misting fans – that way, you’re not quite certain what is “mist” and what is “sweat”.

Kestrel June 8, 2006 at 5:51 pm

Poor you! A friend of mine is going through the same thing, it ain’t easy.

KIMMER June 10, 2006 at 4:23 am

Very funny, not at the fact that your sweating so profusely, but how you blogged it. I can so relate to the nasty sweats. Oh the joys of fertility drugs…

Dusty June 15, 2006 at 1:17 pm

thanks for the visuals..no,really..thanks :p

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