The reason I have to continue seeing my doctor is because my thyroid levels are continually dropping. So, I get a blood test done, he calls me and increases my synthetic thyroid dosage, this will continue until my thyroid bottoms out completely. Believe it or not, I can ALWAYS tell when my levels have dropped and I'm always excited to hear my blood tests came back with lowered thyroid levels. Why? Because they can give me something to help me be not so tired, at least for awhile. (I have many other symptoms, but this one is by far one of the most noticeable.)
Anyway, I went to the doctor yesterday and he changed alot of things and also sent me in for more comprehensive bloodwork because he feels "something else is going on." Great. The problem?? I have to fast. Lord help me...I can handle skipping breakfast...but can I still drink coffee? NOPE. So, I decide to go into the lab today to get this torture over with. I had ice cream at 10pm last night, so I was at the lab at 10:10am. (I had to fast for 12 hours) I sat in the waiting room wishing this could go fast. PLEASE. I need my coffee. I could smell it. I felt like my face was swollen, like my eyes were going to close and I wouldn't be able to open them if I let them close. I felt terrible. It was ridiculous.
No, I'm not going to cut down on my coffee intake, but the next time I have to fast or live without coffee, I'll be thankful that I can DRIVE home on my own, ENJOY a wonderful, warm cup of coffee while HUGGING my children and TALKING to my husband.
During my episode today of coffee deprived misery, I realized how lucky I am. I sat in the waiting room watching a family deal with the news that someone in their family had to be airlifted to Chicago after an accident. They walked out the doors, dazed, hospital kleenex in hand with the victim's wife saying "I just want to beat the helicopter there, I just want to be there when he lands." They never thought about the morning cup of coffee they weren't getting.
And I prayed as I listened to the helicopter depart.