Numbers… and stuff

So I got an automatically generated email from my doctor’s office a couple of days ago to check my “patient” account, which I did. The test results from the thyroid test they did last week finally came in and, yeah, I was right, my thyroid is wonky again. At least I’m pretty sure that’s what these numbers mean. tsh levels

So I’m waiting for someone to get back to me about that… I guess? It took me two months to get a doctor’s appointment there, and even then they switched doctors on me like, a week before I got that appointment, and now I’m all, “Dudes, this is my thyroid, and I feel like shit. WTF?”  I mean, it took a week to get the results and now I’m all, like… Hello? Maybe I’m just impatient. But it used to be that the doctor’s office would call me with the test results and we’d go from there — change in medicine or whatever. Now I have these test results and I have no idea what to do with them. It’s pretty frustrating.  If I don’t hear from them by tomorrow, I’ll call and see what’s what.

A little while back, I posted about making Scandinavian egg coffee, and you know what, dear reader? It’s working out pretty well. I’ve been trying it now for about two weeks, and I really like it. I still use my Keurig for tea, so it’s not sitting there being useless, but I enjoy the taste of the egg coffee. Plus, my kitchen hasn’t been this clean in years. ^_^ hahaha! I have to do something while waiting for the water to boil. To refresh y’all’s memory, this is what I’m talking about (different video than before):

Blah… my back hurts. It was spasming so bad yesterday I thought I would pass out. It was better this morning, but then I dropped a ball of yarn at my knitting group and hurt it again when I bent down to pick it up. How fragile our bodies get as we get older — some faster than others, I guess. ^_^ I say that because there were three ladies and a gentleman sitting at the table next to my knitting group and they were all fit and healthy — tall too, but that’s neither here nor there. Two of the ladies stopped and spoke to us on their way out of the bakery where we meet — this happens a lot by the way when one knits in public, people stop and talk to you. Anyway, they were passing through our little town on their way back to Canada from Utah — back from a meditation retreat. Every single on of them was lean, tan, and fit as a fiddle. And not a one of them was under 60 or I’ll eat my hat. And here I am fifty-two, fat, and can’t even pick up a ball of yarn off the floor without killing my back. >_<


That’s okay, I’m still awesome. ^_^  It take all kinds of people to make this world go ’round. We can’t all be pictures of health.

13 thoughts on “Numbers… and stuff

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  2. Marilyn Armstrong

    I woke up this morning, tried to get to the bathroom and fell down on the floor. I couldn’t get up. Garry had to get stuff for me and I had to learn on him to make it to the bathroom. My legs have been getting increasingly weak. Standing up is hard. I’m very dizzy. I thought maybe I was suffering from an excess of trying to get enough sleep.

    The problem with fibromyalgia is that you become increasingly sleep deprived because pain keeps you awake. The exhaustion makes you stupid. I have no idea what is going on, but it has been 14 hours, so it wasn’t whatever I took last night — which, to be fair, was well within the boundaries of a safe amount of whatever. I think I’m suffering from rampant sleep-deprived stupidity.

    I’m getting the feeling that something is awfully wrong with me and that unless I figure out what it is, I’m going to die. I’ve been here before and I found help. I don’t know if I’ll find help this time.

    With so much advanced medical help — you’d think they’d notice when you are rapidly fading out of existence, wouldn’t you?


    1. Willow Post author

      That sucks about your legs, and you have my sympathies. That’s happened to me before, which is why we’re moving out of this house. Eventually I’ll be in a wheelchair and this house isn’t designed for wheelchairs — the doors aren’t wide enough for them. I hope you find your answers soon.


      1. Marilyn Armstrong

        I’m not optimistic. This house is no good for wheelchairs either. Doorways and halls way too narrow and the stairs MUCH too narrow. Not to mention there’s no easy access to outside AND town is so far away, I’d have to take the chair everywhere. I better keep standing because it’ll be a really pisser if i can’t.


  3. Melanie B Cee

    Welcome to Healthcare 2018 (going on 19). It SUCKS. Raw weeping red… well you get the rest of that I’m sure. They’ve found this weensy little cyst on my thyroid (first saw it in 1997 or something like that), and it’s never changed nor gotten bigger or anything. They keep discovering it and then I lose another pint or two of blood because it freaks ’em out. The business about my low levels of sodium and potassium were far more concerning to me. And FINALLY I’m getting a second visit with the GI doc.

    So sweetie, hang in there. You KNEW what was wrong, long before your ‘doctors’…I don’t understand and never will why those folks won’t listen to their patients…we know our own bodies far better than they ever will. *sigh*

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    1. Willow Post author

      The day doctors listen to their patients will be a great day indeed. ^_^ hahaha! Sigh. I’m a bit stressed right now because Doug is going out of town for the weekend and I hate being alone in the house. It’s *way* too big for my tastes. If I had my druthers, I’d live in a studio apartment. But Doug likes his space. Next place we get will be much smaller than this though. That’s fersure.

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  4. ghostmmnc

    It’s frustrating to have to wait for results, and then waiting to find out what to do about it. So far my thyroid meds are working okay I guess. They tell me all is within normal range, at least.
    Hope your back is feeling some better today. 🙂

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