My husband helped me contact a gynecologist nearby. I got an appointment, but it's not exactly super soon. The first possible appointment wasn't until mid December. Even as an "emergency" appointment for a new patient. The assistant told Hubby that if my situation seems even more concerning that I should go to the hospital. Believe me that I'm NOT that bad off yet. In fact, my recent 19 day period finally stopped yesterday (fingers crossed that this isn't hexing myself). Not once did I feel any pain or sickness. It was just a loooooooooong bugger that followed the previous one's start after only 21 days. Perhaps I'll even be lucky enough to not get the blasted thing again for a while. At 50, I'd appreciate it just being over with already. Either way, at least in December I'll get an annual check. That will be exactly 12 months after the last one I had in the United States before moving abroad.

Beyond above, I'm OK. Lately caffeine has been affecting me more. I've had to cut down or take a benzo to calm racing heart. I'm hesitant to assume that my Seroquel XR reduction has played a part. Even if it has, it might ease away in a week or so. My appetite is only slightly lighter than before. Slight is better than not. Maybe it'll even reduce a little more with time. I made the mistake of buying a jar of peanut butter. Perhaps a bad idea.