On Sunday I upped my dosage for metformin from 500mg to 1000mg. So far the diarrhea has calmed down to a once a day incidence that seems to be moving a little later everyday. The symptom that’s taken its place is nausea. It’s like constant morning sickness, but no pregnancy to show for it. So I’m expecting this symptom to start winding down come Friday, when I have to up my dose again to 1500mg. Oh, the anticipation to see what side effects that will bring! The metallic/chemical taste in my mouth has gone away except when I eat chicken. No more chicken for me for awhile, I think, which sucks because Paul and I love it and have it a few times a week. Maybe I’ll try turkey and see how I like that.
In other news, I’m dreading an in-law family party this weekend. It’s at my FIL and step-MIL’s house, and it’s a combination 4th of July/birthday/graduation/going-away party. My step-MIL has a 4th of July party every summer, on various weekends that never seem to fall on the actual 4th. The birthday/graduation/going-away part is for my step-SIL, who recently turned 18 and graduated from high school. Next week she leaves for Navy boot camp. So this party will probably not be as bad as I’m thinking, but you never know. I’m expecting to have to explain why I’m not drinking (can’t have alcohol with metformin), and I don’t want to give away all my health issues, and everyone (especially step-MIL) will suspect that I’m pregnant if I’m not drinking. Then of course we’ll get the questions about when we’re going to have kids. (Mental note: talk to Paul about this to make sure we’re on the same page with our answers.) Now that we’ve been married almost a year, this question is starting to come up. There’s never a right answer to that question, unless it’s your mother or your best friend asking. No one else needs to know the details, in my opinion.
My relationship with my in-laws is weird, and my husband’s relationship with his own family is for another post altogether. Let’s just say for now that Paul doesn’t really get along with his step-mom, or his real mom. I get along with everyone just fine, but am constantly annoyed by my step-MIL, and am very close to hating my real MIL. I’m annoyed greatly by both my step-SIL and half-SIL, but I absolutely ADORE my BIL and FIL. Those are the two people that my husband grew up with and they mean the most to him, so I guess that’s the important part. I guess I just have to cross my fingers and hope for the best.
