I actually saw one of the P.A.’s, but that’s okay. I have a tendency to minimize my complaints in general, so maybe I don’t usually make my case strongly enough in the doctor’s office. Today I was able to straight out say, “I’m so tried I can barely keep my eyes open.” Because it was true.
I’d had no caffeine. Since I was fasting, I’d had nothing but water in the past 12 hours. But still….
She asked me about what I eat, and I’m glad I was able to report things like salads and turkey burgers and not cookies and cake (even though yum, but also diabeetus). The worst thing in my diet lately is a soda or two, and even then it’s not *every* day. I’m still cutting down, even if it’s slowly over time.
Anyway, she takes me seriously, and I appreciate that. They drew three vials of blood. I’ve got a follow-up appointment in 11 days and we’ll check results.
My thyroid levels 6 weeks ago were in the low end of the normal range, so she’s going to start me on ArmorThyroid and see how I do. Im doubtful, but I’ll try it.
Like I told her, “Two years ago, things were bad. Things have gotten better but they’re not… “
“Perfect?” she said.
“Not even perfect. I don’t need things to be perfect. People have bad days every once in a while, and I’d be okay with that. I just want to be able to have my days be so that I’m not worried about crashing hard in the middle of them. I want to have my weeks not be about having more bad days than good days. I just want things to be normal. I just want to feel like I’m 43, not like I’m 65.”