Yesterday was the first of my two doctor appointments scheduled for this week. It was my check-up on my thyroid. Now usually my appointment goes a little something like this:
Me: I’m fatigued and gaining weight
NP: Your numbers are in the normal
range. You should exercise
Okay, so I know I
should exercise. I get that. But I. Am. Exhausted. It’s all I can do to drag
myself to work, come home and put something on the table, or do the evening activity
(if there is one). If I had a smidge of
energy, I would exercise. But, anyhow, I go into the appointment yesterday and
this is how it goes:
NP: So
last time we discussed your weight gain. Have you had any other symptoms?
Me:
Yes. I’m super fatigued, have stomach issues, and am doing that brain fog thing
again
NP: Well, I’m glad we chose to track
your numbers because they have fluctuated. You are still in the normal range,
but we listen to what your body is saying. With all your symptoms, I feel
comfortable changing your dosage.
Say what? I’ve been going to this endocrinologist’s office
for almost 5 years. The only time my meds have been adjusted is when I
accidentally got to speak to the doctor instead of the nurse-practitioner and
HE said that he wanted to listen to what my body was saying. I’m not
complaining (okay, so I guess, technically
I am), but sheesh! Anyhow, today is my first day on the new meds. It’ll take
about 2 weeks for it to really kick in and me notice anything (if it makes a
difference). I have to go back in 6 weeks for bloodwork and for them to check
and see how I’m doing.
Tomorrow is the BIG appointment. I have to be near Jonesboro
by 9:30 a.m. People keep asking me who is going with me. No one. Kenny said he’d go with me but when he
checked his calendar, sure enough, he’s got some big project going on. Sandra,
Frances, and even Mom offered to come with me. I think I just want to go by
myself. I’m not sure I could handle an hour of small talk during the drive down
and then small talk during the wait at the office. And with the appointment
being anywhere from 30 minutes to up to 3 hours (if they have to do a biopsy),
I just would rather take a book and suffer through it all in silence.
I’m a little stunned by it all. On one hand, I know that it’s
99.9% going to be a cyst. The radiologist said it was probably a cyst. But
then, as the radiologist put it, it’s not 0% not cancer.
I wish I had some get up and go. But it got up and went when
I wasn’t looking!
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