Spotting from the other day turned into a full-fledged, 100% go! period this morning. The type that makes your head spin, that makes you want to curl into a ball and go to sleep. Unfortunately, I can't because I'm at work and they expect me to get things done around here... and not just blogging. "Ahem, get back to work, Jem!" I tell myself.
Mr. Jem talked to Dr. Johnson, the urologist, on the phone this morning. Dr. J recommended doing a SA soonest to see if there has been any improvement to sperm count/quality. He suspects to low libido may mean that Mr. Jem's test.osterone had plummeted again, and that he should go back on Test.im.
Mr. Jem admitted to me that the hardest part of this is the blow to his ego. "I see myself as a virile man, not someone with low levels of test.osterone and a low libido." At least he's willing to talk about it and do something about it.
To those of you who suggested therapy, please know that he's been in intensive analysis for a few years now. I'm back to seeing my therapist, too. Ours are not unexamined lives. Au contraire, mon frere!
In the meantime, Mr. Jem is schedule a trip to Boston to see his parents later next week, and help when his father comes home from the hospital after a heart-attack. Good son. Good man.
Okay, back to work and back to my menstrual cramps...