Friday Freakout

This week Gary and I both really lost it on Wednesday, when we were headed to see a tax accountant.

Two things:

1. See a tax accountant. I've spent the last few days amending old tax returns I did with TurboTax. TurboTax deceives you, people. You shut off your brain because you think Ol' T.T. will do all the math for you, and it does not. It does almost all the math, then it doesn't bother to multiply the cost basis by the number of shares sold, and you are too confident in T.T. to check its math.
2. Sometimes it's nice to drive somewhere in a car screaming at each other,  because one of you made assumptions about which Bread Company the tax accountant was waiting in. I felt a little better about my rage, since Gary met me scream for scream.

On the other hand, there was one hysterical outburst this week that had us again considering low-dose hormones. Here's my question: won't the low-dose hormones just delay the problem? I can see taking them to get my mood swings under control, but let's say I take them for five years to pump myself full of the soothing lady hormones. When I get off them, won't I then be with the hormones again and in wild hysterical hormonal mood swings?

Comments

[~~Silk]

Simple answer -- no. Right now your body/brain is experiencing a sudden deep drop. The pills lessen the depth of that drop. By the time you stop the pills, your body's used to that level, so the no-pills drop is like stepping off a curb.

[Thequeen]

Silk- well, I'm starting to be more convinced. Rehearsing what I'll say to the gyno office.

[~~Silk]

If you worry that they might just shrug at fears that you might kill or drive away your newly-retired (an additional and serious irritant) husband, just tell them that you can't sleep, your mind races all night. That they'll take seriously.

[theQueen]

~~Silk - thanks for the tip!