After another run-around on my tests (I'm always having to remind people where they need to send these things, for some reason), I talked to my doctor today. He told me I had had some kind of an infection which caused the hormones and that I shouldn't need medicine. He'd see me in two months.
um... okay?
See, at this point, I was disappointed. While it's great that it shouldn't be a long term thing, what about all those symptoms I was attributing to the thyroid issue? The relief I felt that maybe I'd feel better than I ever had? Kind of dashed some hopes there. I mean, when I go back, there could still be an issue, but it could also mean that the anxiety, depression, fatigue, weight gain, etc etc were all just that. Their own issues that I need to figure out from square one. I think I was most disappointed that I couldn't solve all of my problems in one disease. I think I was a little disappointed that the specialist didn't take a moment to say "and if you still feel like ... poo... we should look into this further" or explain things. Yes, I should have been my own advocate and asked more questions, but I get a little stunned and over polite when I talk to people who are smarter than me that hold my medical records. My mom, being the dear, sweet, super smart nurse that she is, spent pieces of her day researching for me and coming up with a little nugget that often they still treat the symptoms until the virus is all cleared up. She told me I could/should call back and figure some of these things out, and she's probably right (my mom usually is, she's good like that), but I'm not sure if I have the guts yet. Maybe I'll just start feeling better? I'm seeing fruit, dance parties and a whole lot of cleaning in my future to try to bully myself into a better attitude. Anyway, this is a whole lot of rambling, but I figured I could say it, and you could read it if you want.
and if you skip ahead to the cute picture, I don't mind one bit. Sometimes I do it, too.


Chin up! I was reminded several times yesterday: this won't last forever. Also, along the same lines, Jesus calls us to deny ourselves, and maybe your suffering is your path to sainthood. AND, if I hadn't offered enough cliches, etc.: "this is my temporary home. It's not where I belong. Just windows and rooms that I'm passing through."
ReplyDeleteGod has great things for you and your amazing family. I am honored to have you as my sister.
Oh.. How frustrating! And how similar we are- I would have done the same thing you would- be over polite then have to work up the courage to call them back. I'm having some issues with my insurance and I have a feeling the business office at my OB's aren't being completely honest with me but I'm just super nice and bubbly. I need to get a little tougher!
ReplyDeleteAnni looks so tall! How tall is she?
So sorry lady! On the other hand, I have anxiety issues that due cause all of the other symptoms listed...could just be one thing?! You'll get through it! And don't be afraid to continue to seek help!
ReplyDeleteThanks, all :). We're going to give it a couple of weeks, and if things are still rough, go back to my primary care doctor and discuss options. It could definitely be anxiety/depression or all stemming from one of those - I've undergone treatment for anxiety before, but wasn't having the same symptoms, so assumed it was something else... but, it's definitely something I should keep on my list!
ReplyDeleteMaggie, she is... 33 inchesish? We're not entirely sure as she hasn't had an appointment in a few months and seems to have grown a ton! She fits well into 2T now, with a little room to grow. I think she looks even taller because she's always been just a little on the slender side (although she's getting the cutest little toddler belly)!