So, while I was starting to find my blogging groove, another little rainstorm happened.
I thought, "Wow, maybe I'll have some joy to share on my blog when this is all over," and so I delayed posting. And delayed. And delayed.
And y'all, it's still raining.
What started as a "Go see this doctor and she'll give you some medicine and you'll be feeling great again," phone call from my OBGYN's nurse, has turned into three additional medical tests and almost two doctor appointments. Apparently, hyperthyroidism is not as simple to treat as my OBGYN's nurse thought.
I also hurt my finger while moving my stuff back to Auburn. This may or may not be related to the hyperthyroidism. It also may or may not be related to another autoimmune disease. Oh. Me.
Now, I know how doctors' appointments and medical tests go. One doctor says things aren't normal, they refer me to a specialist who says they are. But, I still feel like crap, so obviously, something isn't right. So, I was totally expecting to go to the endocrinologist and have her tell me I'm fine. Which, apparently, I'm not. To be honest, I was a bit surprised that my thyroid levels were high in the first place. I mean, it makes complete sense, but just knowing my history with bloodwork and diagnostic tests, I was really surprised something was actually wrong. And when the endocrinologist confirmed it, even though I was a bit anxious about getting my treatment going, I was relieved.
For once, the doctors have something that is diagnosable. And better yet, treatable.
Now, what all this means to me now is:
- I will not be going to school this semester, as advised by the orthopedic doctor
- I might actually be getting some answers in regards to my health (or lack thereof)
- I will continue to live in Auburn
- I will move on to Plan B
