Almost There, But With New Baggage

The wound care doctor has pronounced my surgical wound almost completely healed.  With the pronouncement, unfortunately, comes a spate of new issues.

Issue #1:  Testosterone, again.  A normal range for a male my age is 110 to 575 ng/dL on the bioavailability scale, according to my doctor.  Mine has been in the 70s.  (This is a change from what I'd posted earlier, due to a discussion with my doctor at an appointment this morning.  He says it's a logarithmic scale with not much difference between the 30s and the 70s, so I still wasn't off by a significant amount.)  No idea how long this has been going on.  My primary care specialist put me on shots yet again, although this time every other week instead of weekly.  My pain care doctor almost fell out of his chair when he heard the (old) number.  His response was to start weaning me off of the Methadone pain medicine, moving me from 5mg three times a day to 5mg two times a day.

Issues #2 and #3:  Headaches and irritability.  I have been hit by what might be migranes several times a day for the past three days.  These correspond with the end of a testosterone injection cycle, and probably have something to do with the reduced Methadone dosing..  I'm getting my T-level checked again tomorrow (2013/05/01) and should know something by the end of the week.

The last time I had shots my levels screamed past the 575 ng/dL level (new number), to something like 1280.  We only did the shots because the (insert trademarked medicine name here - you've seen the ads) actually lowered my levels.

Issue #4:  Heartburn.  No, not me, my wife.  She's suffered with it for almost all of her life, and for some reason it's coming back hard after mellowing out for a while.  It interfered with what should have been a 100% memorable trip to The Salt Lick in Driftwood on Sunday.  Still, 99 44/100% isn't too bad. ^_^

Anyway, all these issues have combined to make the past few days mostly absolutely horrible, not only for me but for my wife, who is putting up with all of my problems somehow (no idea how - a lesser woman would have run away screaming by now).  She's also got her own issue mentioned earlier, plus that of a certain somewhat-invasive yet standard medical test for which she began a week of prep yesterday.

It's a big, hairy furball of a mess.  Still, we're fighting through it, hopefully together.  I just wish the headaches and the heartburn would go away.