I have a doctor's appointment this morning to see why I have gotten a cold or virus or flu or bug every two weeks for the last few months. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Man, does that give you deja vu, too? I know I've typed that before. A few years ago I noticed I was gaining weight and was depressed and lethargic and the doctor had the brilliant idea to test me for hypothyroidism. Turns out I had it and I've been taking medication for it for the last couple of years. My depression lifted for the most part but I'm still chubby and sleepy. I chalk that up to being part bear but I could be wrong. Anyhow, yesterday I went to get a blood test and my mom just called me at work to give me my results. "Your mom?" you ask? Why not my doctor? Oh well it just so happens we are both his patients and he called her instead of me. That part I'm not so shocked about. The fact that he actually revealed confidential information about my health to my mother when I am a grown ass woman is just totally inappropriate. What if it had been an AIDS test or a pregnancy test? Needless to say, he'll be hearing about this later.
According to my doctor there is no reason for my illnesses. None. Nothing I can do about being susceptible to everything that comes 'round the bend. No herb I can sip, no pill I can take, no vitamin supplement. There is nothing wrong with my red blood cells, my thyroid levels are fine and I'm not anemic. I've been given a clean bill of health. Bossman says it's mental illness but I don't think mental illness runs out of your nose or drips down the back of your throat. I'm just saying. And it isn't hypochondria because I have symptoms you can actually see. So there. I'm so mother-fucking, cock-sucking, son-of-a-bitching frustrated right now I could spit. I just want to be well!!!