While I waited, my endocrinologist called me back from Friday (more waiting) to give me my path results, which were all good, and gave me lab orders to be filled that day. I knew from experience that the lab would be packed, so I decided not to go until I could get an appointment, which wasn't until Wednesday (today). I met the surgeon, who told me that I could "rip that sucker" off my neck on Friday (by the way, his words, not mine), meaning the steri-strip. He told me that I was healing nicely, and sent me on my way.
This morning, I was feeling pretty ok. Every day, I get back a little more mobility in my neck, and am looking forward to getting rid of this nasty steri-strip on Friday. I took my 2 Oscal 500+ D tablets with my breakfast, and at 11, got my blood drawn for yet another test (I have a fairly large bruise on my right arm, where they inevitably poke me with the needle). While I was waiting (there's always a wait, isn't there?), I finished my book (Change of Heart, Jodi Piccoult ... love), read half my Allure magazine, and then following my appointment, headed to Borders to grab some books for our trip on Friday. I have been really good about taking my medications with meals, and eating meals at certain times of the day, so that I can make sure that my calcium doesn't interfere with my Synthroid (you can't take them within four hours of each other), and also to keep my weight at bay. Today, I was in a fog I guess, because I forgot to the eat the lunch bar that I brought with me, and left my Vitamin D-3 back at the house. I went straight to get my hair cut.
As I sat in the chair, I realized that I really wasn't feeling all that hot. At one point, the stylist noticed, and got me some water. I was sweating, and felt like I was in a fog. When I finally got out of there, I realized that I hadn't taken my Vitamin D-3, and that I didn't have it with me. I ate half my bar, and drove home.
When I got home I took my D-3. Here's when it gets tricky: I am an absolute hypochondriac, and am famous for developing psychosomatic symptoms. All. The. Time. In my 39 years, I have:
- Convinced myself that when I developed pnemonia at twelve that I was dying. In my defense, I was reading a lot of "Little House" books back then, and the characters in those books were constantly dying of pnemonia.
- Snuck out of a doctor's office at twenty-one, because I was afraid of needles.
- After talking with a friend on the phone about the symptoms of autism, convinced myself that I was at least borderline autistic.
- Talked myself into believing that I had early onset menopause.
Knowing this, I sometimes don't trust myself when I start developing any symptoms, since I'm sure that I'm developing them in my head. I also don't trust my memory, because I'm sure that I'm inserting things into my memory that just didn't happen. I started looking online for information about hypocalcemia, which is fairly common for thyroidectomy patients, and notice my hands are shaking slightly, my hands and feet are "pins and needles," my lip is numb, etc. I popped an Oscal for good measure, and kept reading, and the truth is, I'm still not sure if I imagined the whole thing, or if I actually was developing hypocalcemia. Right now I'm feeling slightly tired, and realize that after more reading, I did the right thing taking the D-3 and the Oscal, regardless. I have to call my doctor tomorrow to talk about some other questions, so I will ask him then, and I'm sure I'll have to go in for another blood draw (fun).
Regardless, I realize more and more that I really need to get on a schedule. I need to eat breakfast every day at 8:30 and take my Oscal, lunch at 1 and take my D-3, and dinner at 6, with my synthroid at 10 p.m. I need to sleep when I'm tired, I have to continue to workout (twice this week!), and do what I can to get myself better.
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