Guess what. My thyroid is still hyperactive, do you believe that? Even after I swallowed a tiny atomic bomb, my stoopid thyroid gland continues to squirt out enough hormones to flood my system and yours, too, probably. How can that be?
I got a certificate of radioactivity and everything, that should have thrown a wrench in the works. But, no, it’s ticking along like nobody’s business. What is this thing? A Timex? The Energizer Bunny? A cockroach?
I’ll be honest, I’m deeply and hopelessly discouraged.
This has been ongoing now for five long, frustrating months with no clear end in sight. The endocrinologist intends to wait another two months, then do another round of blood tests and see where things stand. That’s their solution — more waiting and more blood tests. Impressed with the medical community I’m not.
It will take a moment to recover from this setback, you know? Right now I need an attitude adjustment, but I’ll settle for a jug of daiquiris. Anyone care to join me?
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