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There's a retarded man at the front of the bus, yanking the "next stop" chain and screaming that he's going to spit on people if they don't stop trying to push him around... Only problem being that no one has spoken to him or touched him since he got on the bus. I think we're all hoping that his imaginary tormentor doesn't sit down next to any of us.... Fortunately for me I chose to sit at the back of the bus, as usual, and I don't think he can spit this far.
Having blogged in disgustingly explicit detail about my every symptom and side-effect, I feel pretty prepared to talk to my doctor tomorrow. I'm sorry if it was a little weird for all of you, but this is the way in which this journal serves *me*. My memory sucks, but now that I have a phone that can access my LJ, I can now tell my doctor the order and duration of all of my symptoms rather than guessing at values that could drastically effect his diagnosis. I really wish I hadn't lost the post-it note with my test results on it, but... I think that's a good reason why it's probably frowned on in the medical community to send people their test results on a post it note. (I was thinking about why my doctor would send me my test results in such a way, then it occurred to me that it might be because he thought I was smart. The form letter with my test results in it said "your thyroid appears to be under active." whereas the doctor's post-it actually had values for the TSH serum levels and other pertinent tests....) Unfortunately the post-it note got thrown away because, well.... it was a post-it note and it didn't occur to either Zig or myself that information THAT important would be sent out on a small yellow square of paper. Nor did it occur to either of us that the doctor would relay potentially life-changing news by mail, rather than insisting that I come back in or call.
So this morning, I was *not* chipper at all when I forced myself out of bed at 7:30. I swallowed my vitamins gingerly and stayed close to the sink for a while afterward, just in case the system went into sudden reverse. Thus far everything is remaining where I put it, though I am still a bit nauseous and hope this bus doesn't jar me too much. Having eaten only white rice and toast yesterday, I'm surprised that I'm not *starving* this morning, but aparently "easy does it" is the way to go with my tummy this morning. I packed myself some oatmeal to have for breakfast, just in case my appetite comes back.
Of course, now that I've left the house, I realize that I managed to go through the entire weekend without confirming with my own eyes that the pills given to me by the pharmacy were the correct ones. On Friday, from the office, I called the doctor to confirm the prescribed dose. And I then called the pharmacy to confirm what the *computer says* they gave me. Somehow they managed to convince me that I was incorrect in my thinking that they had given me the wrong thing... But now I'm not so sure. Over the weekend, it seemed irrelevant since the doctor told me to stop taking them anyway, but in light of the "dosage not right" symptoms, I would really like my own confirmation of WHAT PILLS, EXACTLY, I was given...
**Imprint on the pills was JSP on one side and 515 on the other, which should mean that its 75 mcg generic Unithroid as produced by Lannett, regardless of the fact that I see the pill color as "turquoise" and not "lavender".
If I wait until after 1:00 I can call Zig and have him read me the numbers and letters off the pill and then have Eithni look it up without the bias of culpability and the available interpretations of color. "That's not green, it's aqua!"
According to the scale here at work, despite yesterday's bout of explosive vomiting I have returned to my normal weight. (152.5 according to the scale here... Due to the fact that the scale is in a public restroom, I weigh myself with all the stuff in my pockets and my shoes on, resulting in a weight that's about 6 lbs heavier than what I get at home with my clothes and shoes off. Last Friday I was at 147.5 which had me pleased but puzzled over 5 lbs weight loss in one day.)
Having blogged in disgustingly explicit detail about my every symptom and side-effect, I feel pretty prepared to talk to my doctor tomorrow. I'm sorry if it was a little weird for all of you, but this is the way in which this journal serves *me*. My memory sucks, but now that I have a phone that can access my LJ, I can now tell my doctor the order and duration of all of my symptoms rather than guessing at values that could drastically effect his diagnosis. I really wish I hadn't lost the post-it note with my test results on it, but... I think that's a good reason why it's probably frowned on in the medical community to send people their test results on a post it note. (I was thinking about why my doctor would send me my test results in such a way, then it occurred to me that it might be because he thought I was smart. The form letter with my test results in it said "your thyroid appears to be under active." whereas the doctor's post-it actually had values for the TSH serum levels and other pertinent tests....) Unfortunately the post-it note got thrown away because, well.... it was a post-it note and it didn't occur to either Zig or myself that information THAT important would be sent out on a small yellow square of paper. Nor did it occur to either of us that the doctor would relay potentially life-changing news by mail, rather than insisting that I come back in or call.
So this morning, I was *not* chipper at all when I forced myself out of bed at 7:30. I swallowed my vitamins gingerly and stayed close to the sink for a while afterward, just in case the system went into sudden reverse. Thus far everything is remaining where I put it, though I am still a bit nauseous and hope this bus doesn't jar me too much. Having eaten only white rice and toast yesterday, I'm surprised that I'm not *starving* this morning, but aparently "easy does it" is the way to go with my tummy this morning. I packed myself some oatmeal to have for breakfast, just in case my appetite comes back.
Of course, now that I've left the house, I realize that I managed to go through the entire weekend without confirming with my own eyes that the pills given to me by the pharmacy were the correct ones. On Friday, from the office, I called the doctor to confirm the prescribed dose. And I then called the pharmacy to confirm what the *computer says* they gave me. Somehow they managed to convince me that I was incorrect in my thinking that they had given me the wrong thing... But now I'm not so sure. Over the weekend, it seemed irrelevant since the doctor told me to stop taking them anyway, but in light of the "dosage not right" symptoms, I would really like my own confirmation of WHAT PILLS, EXACTLY, I was given...
**Imprint on the pills was JSP on one side and 515 on the other, which should mean that its 75 mcg generic Unithroid as produced by Lannett, regardless of the fact that I see the pill color as "turquoise" and not "lavender".
If I wait until after 1:00 I can call Zig and have him read me the numbers and letters off the pill and then have Eithni look it up without the bias of culpability and the available interpretations of color. "That's not green, it's aqua!"
According to the scale here at work, despite yesterday's bout of explosive vomiting I have returned to my normal weight. (152.5 according to the scale here... Due to the fact that the scale is in a public restroom, I weigh myself with all the stuff in my pockets and my shoes on, resulting in a weight that's about 6 lbs heavier than what I get at home with my clothes and shoes off. Last Friday I was at 147.5 which had me pleased but puzzled over 5 lbs weight loss in one day.)
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Well, the stuff in the pockets... Plus, if the thyroid was under active, shouldn't the meds have made it more active (or had that goal), and if there was too much, could they have made it overactive? And if you couldn't lose weight cause of the under activity, then couldn't it go crazy fast with overactivity? And water weight you mentioned? Or something? Maybe? I don't know. Sorry, I'll stop rambling now, though. :)
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You are essentially correct in your thinking, only you have some of the symptomology backwards. There are two conditions: hypothyroidism and hyperthyroidism. One is where you don't have enough (hypo) thyroid hormone, and the other is where you have too much (hyper). So when they give you hormones to replace ones that you are not producing (Treatment for hypothyroidism involves giving you any hormones that your thyroid is failing to produce, since they don't seem to have any way of getting the thyroid gland to produce more...) they can actually give you too much and cause the opposite condition. The key is to watch the symptoms you have and know which ones mean *too much* and which ones mean *not enough*.
The whole thing is made somewhat trickier because there is more than one hormone involved (Mostly T3 and T4) and there needs to be a BALANCE of hormones before you will feel quite right... Despite the amount of reading I've done on the subject over the weekend, I'm still a bit confused by all of it, but I imagine that's why Endocrinologists make far more money than I ever will...
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Yeah, something like that. Makes sense. ^_^
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