When I decided to finish my course of Provera last week and take the weekend to recuperate, I may have jinxed myself.
Friday night I took the last pill as planned around dinner time. I was looking forward to the subsidence of bloating and insomnia, but really, I should know better by now! By Saturday afternoon I was feeling progressively nauseous, and didn't eat anything the entire day (this is completely unheard of - I am a pig). By 6 o'clock I was lying prostrate on the sofa, unable to move, shivering in cold sweats. I stumbled to the bedroom and fell asleep in my clothes by 8.
I awoke at 5am the next morning and instinctively checked my temperature - 38 degrees celcius!! Shit, that's a serious fever. I rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found some expired Advil (best before, o.k. after? right?).
The lack of non-expired over-the-counter pain killers is a testament to how rarely I use any type of conventional medication. And let me tell you, this Provera experiment has confirmed my hypothesis that drugs are not to be trusted!
So I started thinking about why I'm doing this to myself - my body - the most important asset I have. Basically I took this drug to speed things up a little bit. To shorten this cycle which was already 50 days when I started the pills. So really, I've done this to myself for the sake of a few days... why? I'm 26. Time is the one thing I've got in this process, but I couldn't appreciate that. I got greedy, and now I'm paying for it. I will not make this mistake again.