I’ve been taking bio-identical hormones for several years now – since my hysterectomy in 2004. Once things got going I was feeling great – not a symptom in sight. Then my doctor’s practice had a shake-out and my doctor left the market. Wonderful man that he was, he recommended someone who could help me continue my hormone journey.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t happy to leave well enough alone. She decided that a slight adjustment to my estrogen was in order. From that moment forward I have been the queen of flop sweat after my morning shower. You may have read some of my tirades about rewashing again and again between showering and dressing to head to the office. It has not been fun.

It doesn't have to be this hard!

For about a year I tried to convince “her” that her change had messed me up. For a year she kept insisting that “it must be something else” as she removed progesterone, testosterone, all to no avail. Finally, I dumped her. But I was hesitant to rush into the waiting room of someone else; my trust had been broken.

Suffice it to say that for two years I sweat my butt off before committing to my new physician.

Basically, I like her, but she uses the Wiley Protocol – which is very different from anything I’ve ever been on. It makes sense – but a month into the process things are not looking good.

Last week I was getting ready to leave for work and my husband said something that displeased me. So I ripped the closet door off it’s track and sent it flying.

Now, after my morning shower, I appear to be a fountain with water streaming down from my arm pits and under my breasts. Sometimes the fountain starts just under my nose – then I smell bad AND ruin my make-up (ah who’s kiddin’ who – make-up is a distant notion these days!).

A typical morning starts with my shower, my post shower drenching and subsequent clean up, my tortured attempt to dress without appearing to be starring in a wet t-shirt competition every day and my coat-less drive into work – even on days where the temperature dips below zero!

Then, I get into the office and pray that no one gets a paper cut. When the person nearest me comments – to himself – that he’s out of coffee – I begin to sob. Oh yeah, I cry on cue for anything I hear – good or bad!

I finally called the office for help – I have to function, I can’t go on like this! With a minor change in the timing of the application – I’m not really seeing much relief.

I get that they want a representative blood test showing the effects of the Wiley applied hormones in my system in order to adjust – but that won’t be of much help if my new hormones arrive at my prison cell where I’ll undoubtedly be serving 25 to life for murder!

I have little choice but to see it through and hope for the best; even though I know from past experience it doesn’t have to be this hard! I have also learned, over and over, what an enormous effect hormones have on a woman’s body. I am firmly convinced that too little can be as detrimental as too much – whether or not there are symptoms present.

I would say something clever to wrap-up my post – but realizing I’ve come to the end of this post has caused a crying jag so I’ve gotta go!