I was given Norethisterone from the hospital I was referred to for the bleeding, back in November. It made me feel like myself again (quite apart from stopping the bleeding). But I was my usual, super positive, very happy self.
Then I had to stop taking it and I crashed again after a couple of days, and the bleeding came back with a vengeance. I was hysterical to my GP at that point and she didn't react well (even though she knows I have PTSD).
I need to have the impression (at least) that I have choices and am the one that's in the driver's seat and the one in control. Having someone else just assume control and make decisions for me is *extremely* triggering for me, and I was beyond the point of being able to take a step back from it all and detach. Yup, because that's what happens in PTSD...you get to a point where you can't detach any more and you go into fight or flight overdrive.
Now, I've spent many, many years becoming very good at lengthening the gap in time between feeling triggered and reacting. When I first started on this journey, I would have panic attacks on the bus, sometimes multiple times a day. Now I never really have panic attacks any more. I've worked really, really hard on all of that.
I also know *logically* that there are no winners in the fight or flight scenario. We both end up losing, because I don't get the help I want and need, and the person on the receiving end has to deal with my massive over reaction. But emotionally...aw man, don't even think about crossing me. I know I will win and get my way. You have no idea how determined I am (that determination saved my life at one point, that's how strong it is).
So my GP was telling me that she was making an appointment for me on a specific date (I can't work like that as I'm self employed, which she knows. So my work has to come before fitting everything else around that). She was telling me what she was going to prescribe without giving any explanations, and what I should and should not be doing, again without any explanations. All massively triggering for me, in an already super heightened state. You know what? It's my ****ing body. So I cut her dead. Called and cancelled the appointment. Won't ever speak to her again. EVER.
I've since found out that I *can* take the POP and Tranexamic Acid. And that taking the POP and Norethisterone isn't the best idea, but it won't kill you. I think she was really angry that I was doing anything and everything to make the bleeding stop using whatever she had given me access to and without consulting her first.