I spent Monday afternoon at the doctor. Is there anyone who enjoys doing this? Visiting a doctor? I don’t, I’d rather go to prison or wrestle alligators, anything.
So what happened there? Nothing. Well, not nothing, but nothing new. I learned my heart rate was back up to 140 and my blood pressure was high. So they doubled the dosage on the beta blockers.
Plus I found out the endocrinologist they’re supposed to be consulting with isn’t returning phone calls, which means I’m still at square one. Then they drained another quart of blood from my arm and told me to come back in two weeks. (What are they doing with all the blood? Have I stumbled into a secret nest of vampires? I’ve got bruises on top of bruises on top of bruises from the needles.)
Later, at the pharmacy, the pharmacist asked if I’d noticed any changes yet from the thyroid medicine. The only thing I’ve noticed is the way I walk — it’s a more natural, easier gait these days — does my thyroid impact the way I walk? She said the thyroid affects everything — hair, eyes, fingernails, skin, metabolism, energy, moods, memory, the whole shebang.
This news interested me, so I investigated. And I discovered stuff I’d blamed on getting older was really Graves’ disease or hyperthyroidism: it causes fatigue and forgetfulness and muscle weakness, depression, the racing heart, all kinds of weird things. I don’t have every symptom, like panic attacks and skin anomalies, but I have a bunch.
I can’t imagine it all going away and feeling like I used to, but I guess it’s a good possibility. Oh my gosh, that would be a miracle, wouldn’t it? And if the endocrinologist would get off his fat, lazy bum and make a couple phone calls, why, that’d be super, too, really.
the whirly girl 
16 responses to “: the doctor visit :”
Doctor visits are never pleasant. Hope you continue to feel better.
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Thanks, Stephen, I have high hopes.
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That is in fact great news, Lisa — I mean, the diagnosis being the key to getting you back on track with your life and feeling good again. Give me the number of that endocrinologist so I can light some fire under his lazy, good-for-nothing butt.
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I wish I could, Angie, but I don’t have it. They won’t even tell me the dude’s name. Even so, I feel great, top of the world — no thanks to Gland Boy.
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Wait, wait, wait … you do Pinterest? (Yes, I’m snooping through the comments of others.)
I hope that endo-doctor follows up. That’s ridiculous that calls are not being returned. And, you get to go back in two weeks? Aren’t you the social one, eh?
I am glad the thyroid meds are adding a pep to your step (literally and figuratively). That’s a nice bit of sunshine. Here’s to more sunshine, Lisa. More sunshine and less bruising.
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I do, yesterday was my first visit! clownonfire introduced me and I was sucked in immediately. I’m trying to spend less time online, but I was on Pinterest for a long, long, embarrassingly l-o-n-g time. I’m afraid to go back.
You’re right, this is a nice bit of sunshine. I’m not sure if it’s the thyroid meds or the beta blockers, but I feel swell. Calmer and less freaked out, you know. The ditsy, fuzzy, scatterbrained thinking lingers, but I’m okay with that. Thanks, LD!
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Tough times my friend. Tough times. I have a friend that has been trying to find a medicine to work for a year. My advice. Since my advice is very valuable. Read a good sci fi book where the main character is a female trained killer. It always makes me feel stronger in my mind anyways.
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They’re not so tough, nevercontrary, I feel pretty good. Really good, actually. And I know what you mean — I’ve got a great book, The Chalk Girl, with a female character who’s dangerous and violent and has her own code of ethics. Thanks for the reminder : )
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You should give up on the self-diagnosis stuff. We’re all just getting old. If you self-diagnosis enough you’ll find you have a whole boatload of incurable diseases, the main one being death. LOL I live by this dictum: “Eat Right, Exercise, Die Anyway.” Who was it that said, the only thing sure in life is that we’re not going to get out of it alive. I better go check my blood pressure.
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Believe me, I’m not looking for any new health problems, but I should at least try to understand the one I have. I felt a lot better knowing stuff wasn’t caused by getting older, but by a whacked out thyroid. That’ll go away and I’ll live happily ever after. Until, you know …
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I’ll skip on my usual dose of idiotic humor… Wishing you instead some better days ahead…
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Aw, no, I love your humor, cof — idiotic and otherwise. Don’t skip it. Thanks for the good wishes!
PS. Pinterest is awesome. And dangerous.
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Are we following each other on Pinterest?
I’ll be back tomorrow with a very large dose of crude humour…
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I don’t think so, I’m just not sure yet what I’m going to do.
I’ll stop in and take a look! Thanks for thr heads up.
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i bet you are eating all that good healthy food too. i wish he would get off his fat lazy bum too. well i am going to look up thyroid friendly foods .. i know nothing about this at all! good luck with it all.. c
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Oh, um, yeah, healthy food, sure, that’s what I’m eating. Honestly, I’m just muddling my way through this, finding my way as I go. Maybe we should pay this dude a little visit?
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