Can we all just take a deep breath and celebrate the fact that I’ve managed to get it up to post three days in a row? Huzzah!
I have my regular 6-month check up with my endocrinologist this afternoon. I’m feeling odd about it. For the first time in the 3.5 years since my Hashimoto’s diagnosis I’m walking into an endo appointment without a list of questions nine miles long. Part of me wants to celebrate the fact that that clearly must mean things are finally as they should be and that managing my thyroid disease has become that mythical “not a big deal” all my now-fired doctors once promised. Thing is, though, that’s not the cause. The cause is primarily that I’ve gotten so good at managing my own care by now that I really only need the doc to write my scripts these days. And, of course, there’s the fact that I’ve already had my “I’m-on-the-brink-of-starting-IVF-please-help-me-manage-my-thyroid-through-it” appointment. It was over a year ago, two doctors ago, and 300 miles away. Ah, memories. Nothing like repeatedly gearing up for a whole lot of going nowhere over, and over, and over again!
The one thing I am certain of is there is no way I’m getting delayed. The fallout from my last endo check was tremendous. It was this practice that first noted my elevated ANAs last winter, and insisted on my having a thorough going over by a rheumatologist before returning to treatment. Good right? Not really. The earliest this practice would get me in with their sister rheumatology group was 3 months away. I found another clinic that would only make me wait 5 weeks. I went seeking answers, and left with a “who the hell knows?” We’re not doing that again. I don’t care what they find, we’re sure as hell moving forward this time.
Well, it’s about that time. An hour up to the doctor, surely an hour wait (they are always insanely over-booked), a 10-minute visit, and then an hour drive home. The glamour of my life I tell you!