Insert stream of expletives. When I talked to my endo's nurse yesterday about getting a lab order that included more than just TSH, she said she'd talk to the doc and get back to me. Well, she just got back to me and it was clear from the response that even if I get the labs done, the doc isn't interested in using them for treatment purposes. So, what's the point? I told the nurse that I just didn't think the doctor and I are on the same page and that I was going to find a new doctor. I then (after I stopped crying again) left a message for my internal medicine doc for some additional referrals and asked for some help in the meantime sorting myself out (mostly because I anticipate that it will be a matter of months before I can see anyone). She offered to do that when I saw her in June and explained that I felt like my endo and I were just not communicating very well.
I've really got to get it together though because as much as I find crying cathartic, I can't be doing it at work. I was lucky to be off yesterday for Columbus Day, but I can't have a repeat today.
Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Continue to learn. Appreciate your friends. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.
--Mary Anne Radmacher