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“You should go see a doctor.”

Oh.  I hear this a lot. A. Lot.  And it’s both true and terribly simple but yet so complicated and ridiculous.

This week has been… bad. It’s like my thyroid can sense that I’m ready to finally fight it for control of my well-being and is staging a last-ditch salvo to finally off me once and for all.  And I know not all of it is my thyroid.  But I do think pretty much all of it is somehow influenced by that rogue gland of mine.  The depression and anxiety, for instance.  Aggravated by what is a condition that has gotten so very out of control.

Lets do a symptom check, shall we?  It’ll be fun!

  • swollen throat
  • cracking voice
  • dry, brittle hair
  • hair falling out at alarming rates
  • dry skin on face
  • skin actually flaking off forehead EW
  • aches
  • pains
  • headache
  • exhaustion (like, literally, cannot stay awake past 9pm some nights and often feel exhausted 30 minutes after waking up in the morning)
  • But I can’t sleep in because it actually hurts to lay in bed
  • lack of motivation… it’d probably be more accurate to say there is NO motivation whatsoever
  • Did I mention how tired I am?
  • social anxiety.  Oh… how that makes it sound so clinical.  But it is getting ever so severe.  I cannot make simple phone calls. I  cannot look people in the eye.  I have a physical reaction at the mere thought of having to do something as simple as talk to someone else.
  • depression
  • weepiness (which I don’t classify as depression, believe it or not)
  • *snore*
  • Is it bedtime yet??

So yes, it’s plain that I need to get this taken care of.  But I’ve avoided it.  Because a) the mere thought of calling to make an appointment is so repulsive to me that I would rather suffer than actually DO IT and b) I hate to ask for help, even from Kile, especially when I know he’s busy with work and he won’t remember to help me with this stuff if I don’t remind him but I don’t want to remind him because I don’t want to be pushy, or naggy or anything like that.  It’s a never ending viscous cycle.

But this week has been SO. AWFUL.  So unbelievably awful.  So I have tried, with whatever gumption I have left, to get the ball moving on this. And here is what that looks like.

I want to go see an actual endocrinologist.  I’ve seen a regular family doctor in the past and I never developed a good relationship with this doctor.  As evidenced by my reluctance to go back when my last thyroid med prescription expired to see about getting a new one.  Those meds weren’t really WORKING anyhow.  I think I need something different.  But your average family doc just has no clue about such things.  So, endocrinologist it is!  So I have to look up one that takes my insurance and that hopefully takes new patients as well.   I gave a number to Kile who said he would call but this is a super duper busy time for him at work.  He’s been busy, lots of meetings, lots of things on his mind and he’s forgotten.

I didn’t want to remind him.  I even tried to call myself.  I had the number in front of me, cell phone in hand and I just couldn’t do it.  I started shaking.  I just could. Not. Do. It. Finally, I asked (begged) Kile to please call on my worst day this last week.  I almost couldn’t bear to make it through the day, I was driven to the edge.  So I begged.  Not proud of it.  But I did.

I don’t know all the details, but I know he had some difficulty.  It was NOT as easy as calling up and saying we would like an appointment.  What I do know is that they finally agreed to have me go to the family doctor that I think I saw maybe TWICE and sign a paper for them to release my records.  What records they have, I don’t know.  But surely they have something.  The endocrinologist’s office would then receive the records and pass them on to the doctor to review.  Once the doctor is doing reviewing the records (and by reviewing, I’m guessing this is to check and see if I actually do have an issue worthy of being treated by an endocrinologist because they don’t want just any run of the mill jerk in there who claims to have a busted thyroid), then we’ll be able to make an appointment with the office.

Now, I see several flaws with this whole thing.  Why couldn’t we make an appointment that is contingent on us getting the release signed and the records sent over in the meantime?  Because we all know when an appointment is made, that it won’t be for next week or anything.  We’re probably looking at a good month out.  There’ll be TIME for that, I’m sure of it.   Another flaw; how am I supposed to go sign this release?  Kile can’t pick it up and bring it to me.  I have to go down there.  But half the time, Kile has to take my van to work.  And even when the van is home, it’s not like I’m about to load up the kids and go down there myself.  Remember that social anxiety?  If I can’t make phone calls, what makes you think I can do THAT on my own?  The thought makes the skin on my arms prickle.   So even getting THAT done will be dependent on whenever I can get Kile to take me down there.  Remember how he’s busy at work?  Yeah.  Holding your breath wouldn’t be a good idea here.

Even so… say this all happens and the release is signed, the doctor reviews it and we’re able to make an appointment.  Once I finally get to the appointment, that’s just the beginning.  Because I’ll have to go get labs drawn so they can see just how out of control my thyroid has gotten.  And then wait for the results from those labs to come in.  And then wait for the endocrinologist to get in touch with me about those results.  Wait for a prescription.  And then wait for that prescription to then take effect.  Anyone on thyroid meds knows that it can take weeks or months for meds to even start to do something.  And that’s IF the meds are the right ones.  There might be some trial and error to be done.

The road in front of me at this point, on a Friday afternoon when I feel so very tired, so very sad, so very achy and just DONE with it all… it seems so long.  And since my motivation has up and left the building, it’s so very tempting to just give up.  Because surely any relief won’t be worth the grief and hassle and trial of trying to achieve that relief.   As yet, I have yet to have had any thyroid meds that I think really made me feel GOOD.  At best, I had meds that made me feel stable.  So I guess I can hope for that?  But considering all the hoops to be jumped through… god help me.  Can it possibly be worth it??

So that’s where I am at.  And right now I feel so tired and so worn out that I just want to crawl into bed and pull the covers up over my head and forget it all.  But I can’t because I’ve got kids to take care of and things to do and the day isn’t over yet.  I so wish it were, but it’s not.

Pills! I have pills!

Pills! It’s a MIRACLE (and just in time for Christmas, too!).

For those of you who have been following the whole sordid saga, you’ll be happy to know that I HAVE MY PILLS NOW.  And, honestly, I never thought I’d see the day.  I mean, it wasn’t looking too good there for a while.

I talked to the doctor’s office today and they decided that I didn’t need to come in after all, only to have the doctor write me up a prescription that OBVIOUSLY I needed, since my lab results triggered the APOCALYPSE alarm they keep under the desk.

Seriously, I don’t know what my results were (I haven’t received a copy yet) but the gal said they were “high”.  Well shoot, they were “high” last time too!  But last time they wanted me to take 150mcg (or as they initially put it, just take the 100mcg that I no longer had and cut one in two and take one whole pill and one half).  This time?  200mcg!

Woo hoo!

Which, you know, is the exact same dosage I was taking back up until the day Evie was born.  So it’s only taken NINE MONTHS for me to get back on the right dosage!  Who said the medical system in this country sucks?  It works just fine!

So anyhow, she tells me my result was “high” and that the doctor wanted me to take this new medication called “Levothyroxin”.  You know, otherwise known as the medication I’ve been taking for the last X number of years.  Riiiight.  Not so much with the whole being “NEW” thing but whatever.  And she said that she could fax the prescription over to the pharmacy for me.  Would I like her to do that?

OMG, YES.

Kile stopped on the way home at the store (milk!  bread!) and got the prescription so starting tomorrow?  I’M ALL GOOD.  I’ve got 5 refills on this and I get retested (fingers crossed) again at the end of January.  For the time being?  I’m on the road to quasi-health!  I still think I need to start seeing an edocrinologist, but at least this is a step in the right direction.

Party on!

Could this be *gasp* progress?

Okay, for those of you who are following my Thyroid Drama with baited breath (oh hush, you know you are), I have an update.  Of sorts.  I swear, this is like something out of a bad television drama or something.  Kile called and left a stern voice mail today.  Which brings the total of Stern Voice Mails left to something like 40 bazillion.  And they never call back but today they did.  Which… ??  Yeah, I have no idea.

So this is what she told me.  They faxed the refill request approval or something of that sort (gal I spoke to has a thick accent so it was a little hard to understand) to the pharmacy on October 27.  And she also said that they only got one faxed refill request from the pharmacy.  Not the plethora that the pharmacy has told us that they sent.  Which… ??  Meh.

The long and short of it is this:  The doctor wants to see me before he will give me a new prescription.  And I have to get my blood drawn (again) before he’ll see me.  Because I’m SURE my TSH has improved from 116 in the last two months (I think it’s been almost that) without having had ANY medication.  But hey, maybe it’ll have gotten worse.  Anyone wanna take bets on what it is now?  Think I can break 200?  Come on, it’ll be FUN to guess!

So she has lab orders that I need to pick up at the office.  Because things with our vehicles is always in a state of flux here and because I am loathe to leave the house with the two little ones, I asked if Kile could pick them up for me on his way home from work.  She said no problem, as long as they have my permission.  Which they do.  Then I go get my blood drawn (I so love that part, let me tell you).  Then I wait for results.  And then, depending on the results (I’m gonna guess the results will = BAD JUJU, but no need to take my word for it), they’ll call me and make an appointment.  And I’ll go in for said appointment and talk to the doctor.  And then, GOD WILLING, I will get a prescription.  And actual, physical prescription that I can take to an actual, physical pharmacy and then (dare I hope?) get actual, physical PILLS.

ZOMG.

Okay, I can understand wanting to see me before doing up a new prescription because he wanted to see me in December for another blood draw ANYHOW (of course, this was going to assume I’d been taking pills all this time.  WHICH I HAVE NOT.)  But why not throw me a bone in the meantime and just refill the 100mcg pills?  WHY WHY WHY??   OMG, my head hurts.  Kill me now.

So there you have it.  I am going to conceivably get some medication sometime this month.  First, I have about a gazillion hoops to jump through which makes me SO HAPPY and will be SO EASY what with the whole “vehicle flux” and small children thing we’ve got going but WHATEVER.  We’ll figure it out.   At this point, I just want some freakin’ pills before I lapse into a coma or something (I totally fell asleep on the couch this morning for 20 minutes without really intending to take a nap) (sorry, kids).

Cross your fingers, ya’ll.

Health – Or Lack Thereof

So to those of you out there who are waiting with baited breath for an update on my thyroid status… well… you’re not going to like it.  The short of it is: I still don’t have my meds.  I swear, even I was the sort to get persistant and worked up about this sort of thing, I still don’t think I’d have my meds.  My doctor’s office is THAT awful to work with.  I really picked a winner when we switched our insurance, didn’t I?  Shoot, I just wanted a doctor that was nearby that would be easy to go see.  I didn’t realize his office was going to be one step shy of completely incompetant when it comes to getting the proper care for a disease like hypothyroidism.

I’ve called.  Kile has called.  MY MOTHER IN LAW has called.  Nothin’.  Voicemails have been left.  Calls have not been returned.  Requests have been made for paper prescriptions that we could pick up.  I’d even be willing to go in and talk to the doctor again.  And while I’m not too excited about getting my blood tested AGAIN, I’d even be willing to do THAT.  But… nothing.  As I mentioned before (I think I mentioned it before, at least), I even tried to find another doctor.  But that was easier said than done as they wanted some mysterious “diagnosis” faxed to them before they would make an appointment.  I don’t even know what that MEANS.

And here’s the thing: hypothyroidism causes you to feel a lot of the same symptoms as depression.  By that, I mean that my motivation is below what it might normally be.  Now, I’m not that motivated anyhow, as I’m a rather laid back personality.  Add in the added lack of motivation and I’m pretty much just a bump on a log over here.  It’s very hard to get myself motivated to do something, especially when I know it’s going to be a fight.  It’s easier to just sit back and forget about it.

And that’s another thing… When your thyroid takes a header, so does your memory.  I used to think I had a pretty sharp mind.  I didn’t forget ANYTHING.  Now?  I forget EVERYTHING.  This is above and beyond the forgetfulness of motherhood, ya’ll, if that gives you any indication.  So when you add the forgetfullness with the lack of motivation you get a scenario like I find myself in the middle of.

Picture this:  You know there’s something you need to do.  And you need to do it as soon as possible.  The urgency presses at your brain.  But, it’s the middle of the night and you’re trying to get to sleep.  There’s nothing you can do in the middle of the night, so you’d be better off going to sleep and taking care of it in the morning.  Just don’t forget!  And then, of course you do forget.  Repeat for MONTHS.  And that, in a nutshell, is my life.

I KNOW that I need to take this medication.  But between simply forgetting about it and my lack of motivation, it has fallen through the cracks.  And now the situation has just gotten so completely ridiculous that I’m almost embarassed to see a new doctor about it.  Because then I would have to explain why I am so lame about this.  And I would have to hear how irresponsible it is of me to just let this go like this.

And, honestly, I don’t feel I’m up to that.  So I don’t know what to do next, other than keep pestering the doctor’s office to get our prescription filled for crying out loud.  And wait.  Wait, wait, wait.

Saturday Slacking

Aren’t Saturday mornings a wonderful thing?  Sure, they’d be a heck of a lot more wonderful if I had a few minutes strung together where I wasn’t solely in charge of one or more runts, but I’ll take what I can get.  And a lazy morning in my pajamas and watching Harry test out some Wii games (he loves them, of course) is about as good as I can ask for.  I exist on the promise of child-free Saturdays at some point in my future.  Shoot, even a shower would be something.  But… whatever. 

Date night went pretty darned good last night.  The Salmon roast was pretty much the epitome of FABULOUS.  It was stuffed with crab meat and shrimp and OMG.  SO GOOD.  Kile also made PW’s butternut squash puree just to see what it was like and that was like a little taste of heaven, I tell ya.  He also made impromtu dinner rolls out of Pillsbury pizza dough and they turned out REALLY good.  Who knew?  Topped off with some broccoli florets, the dinner was pretty much perfect.  Very rich but very yummy and satisfying.  

After dinner, we cuddled on the couch and watched “Sleepless in Seattle”.  It had been a while since I’d seen that one (in fact, we have it on VHS, if that tells you anything).  We drank some of this icewine we got a couple weeks ago.  There was just enough for a glass for each of us and it wasn’t exactly cheap to begin with.  But OMG, it was so good.  If you ever have a chance to try icewine and like dessert wines (they’re rather sweet), DO IT.  Properly chilled, this stuff is heaven in a glass.  

Sure, getting to leave the house without the kids would be awesome but for now it’s just not going to happen.  Someday.  (“Someday” has become my mantra of sorts lately.)

Speaking of “someday”, I STILL don’t have my thyroid meds.  It’s a long and stupid story but basically my doctor’s office SUCKS.  I tried hunting down an endocrinologist this week but after much rigamarole and being told to call different doctors because of COURSE this one doesn’t take new patients, I found out that in order to make an appointment I need to fax my diagnosis in.  WTF?  What does that even MEAN?  So… I gave up.  Health is entirely overrated, if you ask me.   So my current doctor sucks and I can’t get a new one so I’m not holding out a whole lot of hope for getting my medicine anytime soon.  

THANKS A LOT, MEDICAL ESTABLISHMENT.  Ya’ll are officially on My List.  

(My List is getting rather crowded these days.)

Well shoot.  Just thinking about that whole kerfluffle has made me feel all ornery and now I’m not so much feeling relaxed as I am stabby and angstful.  And now Harry has cheesed me off with another one of his overreactions and he woke up Evie and so my lovely morning has been shattered (yet again).  SIGH.  I have a headache. 

How about you?

Fall Back

Daylight savings time is about a joke, isn’t it?  I mean, what’s the point if no one informs the children?  To Evie, it was 8:30 and a good, normal time to be waking up.  To us it was 7:30 and we sure would have liked to have slept in another half hour or so.

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My blog was acting awful strange yesterday.  I put a post up at four and I even checked that it went up but then my browser restarted (let’s not talk about the hate I have for my laptop AGAIN, okay?) and this morning, the post was gone.  Well, it wasn’t GONE.  I still had it but it was somehow not published to the front page.  Very strange.  So I fixed it.  So in case you were wondering where yesterday’s post went?  There ya go.  I think the monster that has been possessing my laptop has finally cloned itself and the clone has invaded my blog.  It’s the only acceptable answer.

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I think I need a new doctor.  Correction: I KNOW I need a new doctor.  Remember almost TWO weeks ago when on a Tuesday I went and had my blood drawn for thyroid labs?  And then the doctor’s office called on Wednesday and told me that my TSH level was a little “high” and that I needed to continue taking my medication.  Continue?  Sure, she said.  Just take one and a half of your 100mcg pills.  But I’m all out of pills.  Oh, well, then have the pharmacy fax the refill request to our office.  I wasn’t entirely sure about this, but… she sounded like this was something they did all the time so… why not.  So I put in the refill request with the pharmacy and was assured it would take a good 48 hours to process.

Cut to SUNDAY (I wanted to give them extra time? I guess?) and I went to the pharmacy and OH GUESS WHAT?  They haven’t gotten the refill confirmation back from the doctor’s office yet.  Of course.  The pharmacist sounded alarmed that had no pills to take (not even knowing my levels) and gave me two to tide me over and promised to fax and phone the doctor’s office again in the morning.

It was a busy, strange week and this got pushed to the backburner.  Kile stopped in at the pharmcy on Friday to check on my prescription.  The pharmacist assured him that she faxed them EVERY day this week and NOTHING.  Not a phone call.  Nothing.

So apparently, my doctor’s office SUCKS.  I think I need a new doctor.  Correction: I KNOW I need a new doctor.

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Liam loves to empty out his pack n play when he’s done being in there.  It drives me KRAZEE.

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It’s going to be a long day.

Weekend Follow Up

First off, I feel I should clarify yesterday evening’s post about undecided voters.  Loralee and several other wonderful commenters hit the nail on the head when they explained why they were undecided.  She explained that she holds both conservative and liberal views and doesn’t know which views to give the most weight to.  On top of that, she genuinely doesn’t care for either candidate.  I can respect that sort of undecided voter (even if I don’t agree, since I obviously think Obama would make a fabulous leader) because at least they are informed.  I suppose the bulk of my “rant” was directed at the uninformed undecided voter.  The people who haven’t taken the time to educate themselves on the issues.  That… I simply don’t get.  Of course, to some people their education comes from cable news or the email forward they got from their crazy Aunt Regina or whatever and that’s hardly better.

But just to make things clear, I do respect the people (and friends as everyone who commented on that post is someone I consider a friend) who are undecided for genuine reasons.  Unforunately, I think those sorts of people are few and far between.

And, before I move on for good, I want to say that I still love and respect my Republican (and Independant and, yes, undecided) friends and family.   This election is but a snapshot, a moment in time.  Yes, it’s an IMPORTANT time, but here in a couple weeks, it’ll be behind us, one way or another.  And I harbor no ill will to anyone.  I may have unfollowed a few people on Twitter, but that’s mostly for my own sanity and I will most likely follow them again after the election is done and over.  I imagine that several (or maybe more than several) people have unfollowed me in the past weeks as well.   It’s par for the course.  I have no hard feelings.  Time will tell if other people do or not.

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We had a date night last night!  Nothing too fancy because we had neither time beforehand nor did we want to spend any money.  I made sure I got a shower during the day and I put on nice jeans and a nice top, did my make up and made sure my hair wasn’t too much of a rat’s nest (quite the feat these days).  I did forget to put on earrings, but… oh well.

We got the kids fed and put the little ones to bed.  Harry got sent to the loft with popcorn and instructions to watch TV up there and not venture downstairs.  We had a nice dinner that Kile made with various ingredients available in our kitchen.  It was darned yummy too.  We ate it in the living room, in candlelight, with some light classical music playing from one of the cable music channels.  We talked and talked about many subjects and after we finished we just sat on the couch together and talked some more.  It was very nice.

We finished off the night with a bowl of popcorn and “Pride and Prejudice” on DVD.  It meant we were up quite late, past midnight, but I’m glad we did it.  I think our first official “date night” was a success.  I don’t think it’s something we can do every night, but certainly at least once a month.  It truly felt like a date, which I guess is what the point is, right?

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I still don’t have my thyroid meds.  When I refilled my refill-less prescription two days ago, they said it would take at least 48 hours to contact the doctor and get the refill taken care of.  Or something.  So hopefully today?  Maybe?  I don’t know.  Kile isn’t very responsive to my suggestions of leaving the house so far.

“Go to Obama rally?”

“…”

“There’s a Halloween thing at the mall that Liam would get a kick out of.”

“…”

“Early voting?”

“…”

“Pick up my prescription?”

“…”

Soooo… fingers are crossed.  I’ll keep ya posted.

Calling all thyroid experts!

Okay, who out there knows what these test results MEAN?  Because I got my results today and I’m totally scratching my head.

Back when I was first diagnosed with hypothyroidism, my levels were (I’m told) something like 36.  Didn’t mean much to me until the doctor explained to me that normal levels are 0.5 to 5 and that he’d like mine 0.5 to 2 in order to get pregnant.  Okie dokie!

This last pregnancy, when my OB called me all in a tizzy over my TSH level and the existance of antibodies in my bloodstream, the level was 16.  That’s when she bumped me up from 150mcg of levothyroxin to 200mcg.  Which is what I took until I ran out of pills (and refills) like THE DAY Evie was born.

I’m not sure what my levels were the first time they were tested by the new doctor back in August but they were a “jumping off” point anyhow, as if I had just been diagnosed.  He had me taking 100mcg.

Now I was supposed to get this test done a month ago.  (Oops!)  Actually, like a month and a HALF ago.  Anyhow.  I got a call from the nurse yesterday saying she had gotten my results and they were “high”.  The doctor wanted me to take 150mcg.  I pointed out that I had no refills and she said to have the pharmacy fax over a refill request which would be for 100mcg and not 150mcg but I’M NOT GOING TO ARGUE at this point.  And he wanted me retested in December.  Okay, whatever works.  Right?

Today I got the lab results in the mail.  And… well… I don’t want to jump to conclusions or anything but it says the result is 116.527.  (And, ever so helpfully, next to it is a flag that says High.)  (For the record, the “Reference Interval” is 0.45 – 4.500, which is in line with what I know.)

Uhm.  Is that the same number as the 36 and the 16 from before?  Because if it is, then that’s kinda beyond HIGH and more into OMG, HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?  Or am I being a doofus?  I swear, you could never tell I’ve had hypothyroidism for 5 years (well, more if you wanna get technical but I’ve known for five years), I’m still pretty naive about it.

Do any of you know how to read a report like this?  Cuz DUDE.

Normal?

Harry is back home, as I mentioned yesterday, and now my mother and sister in law have returned to Elko and it’s starting to look an awful lot like NORMAL around here.  I guess you could call it normal.  If normal is two boys charging around the living room, wrestling over control of a nerf football, the dogs scrambling to get out of their way, Liam whining when he’s getting the short end of the stick (which is often), “Jack’s Big Music Show” rocking away in the background and Evie cooing happily in her bouncer seat, where she had been sleeping a few minutes ago but WHO COULD SLEEP with the racket the boys are making?

At some point, I am going to have to put the cushions back on the couch.

Before I go, a couple of things to note:

  1. I got my blood drawn!  I’m not sure when this will translate into a doctor appointment and a refill, but I’m thinking I should give the doctor’s office a call or something.
  2. “Fringe” totally freaks me out but I cannot look away.
  3. Liam has laughed more in the past couple days since Harry has been home than he’s laughed all month long.  I think he missed his brother.
  4. I’m going to try to learn how to knit.  HELP ME.  What are the best “learn how to knit” websites out there?  I have a “starter kit” with needles and other accessories and a skein of yarn.   Now I just need to know what to do with them.

Okay, back to my kids and the wreck they’re making of my living room. (Literally.  I just had to say “Stop jumping on your brother!”)

Tuesday Thoughts

Harry is home!!  My mother and sister in law brought him back to Reno last night and when he walked through the door, it was like looking at a tall, handsome stranger.  He was gone over two weeks.  And it was so good to see him again.  He was happy to be back home (I won’t even go into the filthy display that Pup made when she saw him).  Or, at least, he was happy until 9:30 when I told him it was time to go to bed.  Then I think he wanted to go back to Elko.  Apparently, bedtimes haven’t been enforced during his vacation.  But, he’s back at home now and I’ve got two weeks to whip him back into shape before he goes back to school.

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I’m going to get my blood drawn today.  Can you believe it?  I’ve put it off for so long that I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’tk now it to be true.  The next step will be getting in to see the doctor to go over the lab results, but hopefully that won’t be as big a production.  Who knew the labwork would be the most complicated?  The thing is, I know a lot of you said, “Just strap them in a stroller and get it done!”  I don’t know, easier said than done for me.  I have a thing with needles, they stress me out.  And to have to listen to Liam’s fussing and hollering and worry about Evie’s fussing and hollering all while trying to get blood drawn?  Would likely make my veins shrivel up.  Yes, it can be done.  But the prospect has made me keep putting it off and keep putting it off until we’re at the place we’re at.

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And, as I mentioned before, the motivation to get it done doesn’t seem as imperative as it was before.  See, I have never put a great priority behind my own health.  Shoot, I haven’t been in to see a dentist since the month before I got married (and that was because my parents essentially made me… I think they knew I wouldn’t be seeing another dentist again for a long time).  When it doesn’t somehow involve pregnancy, I just don’t feel a great motivation to get whatever issue I have taken care of.  Take my ankle, for instance.  The screws are backing out of the plates on the ankle I broke back in 2005 and I know I need to get in and see about getting them taken out.  But have I done it?  Nope.  It hasn’t been a priority.

My thyroid was a priority when I was trying to get pregnant and when I was pregnant because I was concerned with achieving and sustaining a pregnancy.  But I know now that those days are behind me.  So therefore the thyroid has slipped off the priority chart.  I’m not trying to sound like a martyr, but that’s just the way my mind works.  I’m not saying it’s not completely messed up.  Cuz it is.  But I am saying that I can’t really help the subconscious thoughts.  So when it’s a little difficult to manage amidst the chaos that is my life?  It’s very, very easy to drop the ball.  VERY easy.

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With all that said, let’s see some pictures, okay?

Nevada sunset

Extreme Beetoe Closeup

He's still my little guy