I had an early start to my day. I had to get my booty out of bed, showered, and covered so that I could face the Stone Oak traffic. For those of you who do not live near San Antonio, Stone Oak traffic is the inspiration for many dirty, dirty words!
I had to get blood drawn for the Endocrinologist and then hustle to my Rheumatologist's office for an appointment. There were three people ahead of me at the lab and my appointment was in 15 minutes. The phlebotomist poked his head out and looked as though he recognized me. He waved me back, to the dismay of several grumpy...and large people. Hey this is the San Antonio Diabetes and Metabolism Center...my peeps are mostly portly! Anyway, the tech said, " You look familiar." I reminded him that he had drawn my blood before and I might have been a little bossy. I just said, "No, this arm...no that vein...you're using a butterfly right?" He laughed and reminded me it was a "No fly zone!" I threatened to cry and make a scene. The lady sitting across from me looked terrified, and I don't think it was about the needle. I got my way, and the tech got teased for being a push over by his co-worker. I was out in 5 minutes! See, my smart mouth has gotten me ahead in life...or at least ahead of the fat people. Haha...I'm just teasing!
I made it to my doctor's appointment for the highlights of the day. Paperwork and scales is not the best way to get repeat business. I'm just saying...anyway, my cutie pie doctor walked through the door. He smiled at me and asked, "Have you done something different with your hair?" No, silly...it isn't my hair! While that looked fabulous, it was the fact that he was introduced to my cheek bones for the first time since I began to see him. You see, I had been on high dose steroids for four months and had put on 20 lbs before I was sent to his office.
He informed me that he had conferenced with my Endocrinologist and she expressed fear in increasing my immune suppressants. I recently had labs that showed the current dose might not be working. They agreed to wait and see how my body reacted (which was what today's labs will show). "Explain this to me doc," I ordered...nubile (haha...a new word a friend taught me!) "If my thyroiditis was suppressed for nearly a year, why would we just adjust my thyroid hormone? After all, I was taking that dose when I was first hospitalized last year!"
He told me he understands my frustration, and would feel good about increasing the Cell-Cept, but this is a Neuro-Endocrine disorder. He is leaving the decisions up to the Endocrinologist. "How do we know that the Cell-Cept is making a difference if I am still relapsing?" I asked. "Well, you weren't hospitalized after the last relapse and you have survived three major episodes. I call that success!" he bragged. Hmmm...I'm sorry...could we try to prevent the episodes instead of just treating them? Apparently not at this time.
He did give me a new medicine to treat the increased fatigue. They give it to patients with narcolepsy. Fabulous! I told him that if we weren't married, and if I had a womb, I would offer to bear his children. Don't worry...he understood my appreciation and the fact that I am a little nuts.
I ended the visit with a trip back to the lab for a CBC to make sure I am not anemic. "We might ought to try coordinating our labs," dear old doc muttered. I sat for the draw and the phlebotomist looked at the arm that wasn't bandaged. She looked...looked...rubbed the veins...squinted real hard. "Why don't you just drawl from the other arm?" I asked. She took off the bandaged and looked...rubbed...and asked, "Did they have a hard time drawing you today?" "No," I answered..."only you!"
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