The host of the site you are looking at is not a happy camper at the current moment.  In fact, in order to keep her good news untainted, she will write it in a separate post.  This current one will be dedicated to the suckiness that has been her day.  So, if you want to only think happy thoughts, move along. 

Pamela is exhausted.  Pamela has only had three hours of sleep.  Pamela would swear off ever going to the doctor again if she thought it would be a somewhat reasonable remark to make.  Pamela needs to stop writing about herself in the third person.

As I mentioned, I had my doctor’s appointment with my endocrinologist this morning.  I spoke with her about several things, including blood tests and other things the dermatologist had recommended and told me.  Overall, the appointment went well, but the day pretty much just went downhill from there.

Didn’t I say that I usually left the doctor’s office with more to worry about than when I left?  And do you ever have days where you just want to throw your hands up in the air and scream “Why, God, why?”  I swear, it seems like every time something starts to go well in my life, something else has to crash.

And who knew that my health would start crashing AFTER I lost 164 pounds.  Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?

I’m still hopeful, but I’m so tired of having something to worry about.  While I was at my appointment, my doctor mentioned that my thyroid looks enlarged.  She said that she noticed it the second she walked in.  Hello, yikes.  And it’s labeled as a “goiter” on my exit sheet.  So immediately my thoughts go to those women I see at the casino with the huge goiters sticking out of the sides of their necks.  Uh-uh.  Not gonna happen.  I’ll rip the darn thing out myself with a steak knife, if I have to.  Hopefully, they caught it in time.

After my appointment, I proceeded to have about another $500 (no exaggeration) worth of blood tests done.  These people are killing me!  Well, my bank account anyway.  But I do need to have them done, so I’m not going to complain.  At least until I get the bill.

Even with all of this, I was feeling relatively okay with everything until I talked to my mom later in the day.  During my appointment, my doctor had asked me if there was any family history of thyroid disease.  I had told her that my mom had a hypoactive thyroid when she was younger, but hadn’t had any problems in years.  I had forgotten, until my mom so lovingly reminded me, that my aunt on my dad’s side had had thyroid cancer about 4 years ago.  <sigh>  And that was followed by, “but not to worry you.”

And even then, I didn’t put two and two together until later.  For the past several months, I’ve noticed my voice getting scratchier and I tend to get choked up if I tried to talk for long periods of time.  I’m also coughing more.  This would all make sense if my thyroid is enlarged.  So now I’m even more worried.  I guess I’ll call the doctor in the morning and let her know about these other symptoms.  I feel like an idiot for not realizing it when I was in there.  I already called and left a message about the family cancer history with my aunt.  They’re going to think I’m a fruitcake.

Then, to top it off, work tonight has been a royal pain.  Like I said, it’s one thing after another.  Please keep your fingers crossed, pray for me, or do whatever it is that you do.  I need it!

If you need me, I’ll be curled up in the fetal position (since I can do that now), waiting for the day to end.