Health Update

So, I spent all summer taking different variations of the pill, writing down the pros and cons of each. My doctor wanted me to see her before she prescribed any more. I brought in my list and WOW! was she different from last time. She was very robotic last time and wanted to know, at the end of the appointment, why I was upset. Well, let's see, she just said she's not sure there is a cure, and what she has to give me is going to make me very uncomfortable for a while. So, she's sentenced me to chronic pain for about the next 20 years and the cure might be worse than the disease... and she wonders why I was upset.
Now to this visit, she was cheerful, glad to see my list and wanted to know how things were going. We discussed my options and she thought trying a pill with more estrogen (to control the pain) and less progesterone (to control the nausea) would be the way to go. And that I should take this pill for the next 3 months straight to see if the side effects do wear off. I went home cheerful and actually excited that things might get under control. Also, she warned me that if we do nothing it will just get worse. This made me feel really good about my decision to keep trying the pill. So, I took my first pill of my new prescription last night and went to bed.

My first thought at 2am was, what the heck was I thinking? At 3:30am, when I was retching over the toilet, I thought, there is no way I can survive the next three months of this.
What is it about being sick at night that just makes everything worse? I suppose I could've gotten up, but my bed is so comfortable. Secretly, what I really wanted to do, was wake up TD and banish him to the couch so I could turn on the TV and also surf the internet. But I didn't. Maybe after Moe leaves, I can just get up and walk to her room and sleep in the bed and watch TV without disturbing anyone. Hopefully it won't go on that long. I didn't manage to pass out ( I would say fall asleep but it wasn't like that) until around 5am. Ugh, I am totally dragging today, not to mention, the nausea hasn't entirely left.
But! I am determined to live with the cure as well, or better, than I lived with the disease. This means, I am off to the Y. Trust me, I am not jogging this morning. Between wanting to vomit and lack of sleep that could only mean a trip to the ER. I am still hoping that things are going to get better and they say a positive attitude makes all of the difference, right?