Challenge Accepted...I'm Back!

Hidey Ho Blog Neighbors!

I'm back...I survived the "Revenge of the Thyroid" as it were, and I'm ready to conversate about irregardless again!

First off, congrats to all the BFPs that have happened since my break! Its so wonderful to read about all the great news.  Wishing you all the happiest of journeys ahead of you---take that infertility!

As for my break, thats done and in the past...I'm trying to move on and it helps not re-hashing it, let's just say I quickly became a statistic to certain doctors, while other doctors weren't listening to me...bad combo.  Some times were pretty dark, and depressing, its crazy what a whacked out thyroid can do to a person.  My resulting body had to start literally from square one in terms of endurance and strength, and when things started to turn for the better, I gladly accepted the challenge.  Lesson learned, you may have the PHD, but I know what my body is telling me.  I'm back at work full time again, and life is good because I'm sleeping again!

Don't get it twisted, life is good, but I will not pass up the chance to rant and rave about the "irregardless" that is all around me.  Right now, I have quite the doozy at work thats just begging for a blog post (more to come later).  For the time being, I gotta run to the store and whip up a treat for our company holiday party tonight...again, so happy to be back..."conversating"again ;o).

Blogging Hiatus...

Hey all...

Had a traumatic 2 weeks, filled with many Dr.'s visits, and 1 ER visit.  + all that together and it = a 4 week medical leave from work.

Taking a much needed break...I might even turn the computer OFF.  

See you in about a month, hopefully rejuvenated, hopefully with better stories to tell.

It's not you...It's...well you...

A break up happened today.  It's been a long time coming. I knew it wasn't right from the start, but I kept thinking, "just maybe".

First impressions are everything, and I should have known better.

Today. I broke up with my Primary Care Physician. I've had it.  Tomorrow, is a new beginning with a younger doctor...hopefully with a skip in her step and stars in her eyes...Hopefully one who can make a decision in my best interest, because, after all she's the one with the medical degree.

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Top reasons why it had to end:

the FRONT DESK LADY

I wish you guys could see a video of this lady in action. She's loud. She's obnoxious. She's rude. She narrates EVERYTHING that she types into her little outdated computer.  She SHOUTS your most private information to you, even though you are standing 18 inches away from her greasy face...in a waiting room the size of a shoebox.  She's there 40 hours a week. Monday through Friday. 

it's 2011, RIGHT???

I think I'm going to have a new rule...for my new Doctor.  My personal home office printer, can NOT be nicer than the one in your practice. PERIOD. NO EXCEPTIONS. The only thing my printer does is print up maps for directions, and I barely do that anymore.  Every time I went to the Dr. I felt like Marty Mcfly was going to be in the waiting room with me.  

Wait...aren't YOU the Doctor?

Dear Future Primary Care Physician:  

I have a measly Bachelor's degree for Christ's sakes, don't ask me what I want to do.  Thank you for taking my feelings into consideration, but my medical education/training is all owed to Dr. Google.  So please, lets use the money you spent on your education, and the money I've spent on health insurance, and lets have YOU, the Dr. make the educated decisions from here on out.  At least make me feel like you're working for the money.

I also ask that you take me seriously when I say I'm experiencing side effects. Especially when they are the ones that are listed on the little paper that says "call your Dr. immediately if you experience the follwoing". I'll have you know, I'm an excellent direction follower.  I feel like my requests are simple, and I look forward to figuring out my damn thyroid with you. 

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So the end of an era. (Very shortlived) I'm done with Dr. Old School, and I'm hopefully moving on to a doctor (and front desk lady-fingers tightly crossed) that I can be happy with.  

Whoa...

I just re-read my last post, boy was I freaking out.

I blame my thyroid pills. The aforementioned "freak out" came coincidentally when I started popping those pills.  Rapid heart beat in the morning, anxiety throughout the day, along with feeling short of breath plagued me all week.  I thought I had to "power through" this initial rough patch of introducing this horomone into my body.  Another day of palpitations, and shortness of breath and anxiety passed so I called my primary Dr. (from now on will be Dr. Old School because her office is in need of a MAJOR update, but...I digress) Anyway here's how the conversation went:

Me: Hi Dr. Old School, I've been taking the pills that you prescribed for my thyroid and I didn't know if it was normal for me to feel anxious and short of breath, I feel ramped up all day long.

Dr. Old School: Hmm..that's weird because its such a low dose, I didn't think you would feel anything.

Me: Yeah, well, in the mornings when I'm lying in bed my heart races until I get up, when I'm moving I feel OK, but when I slow down I feel really short of breath and I feel anxious all day long.

Dr. Old School: Yeah, it shouldn't be that way, its such a low dose.

(BTW this conversation is totally helping my anxiety- great so now I'm crazy? awesome...just awesome...I read the paper, you know that dreaded side effect paper that comes in your pill baggie!!! It said right there, NOTIFY your DR. if you experience the following...its not like I was calling here to tell her I was shitting puppies, because shitting puppies was not on the side effect list, but rapid heart beat and g-d shortness of breath were...)

Me: So....

Dr. Old School: Well, are you taking the pills correctly?

(Oh I'm not supposed to shove them up my butt? Oh, glad I called.)

Me: yes, in the morning on an empty stomach and waiting and hour to eat.

Dr. Old School:  ...I guess you can take half for a couple of days to see how you feel, or try taking them at night.

(Are you kidding me? I feel like I can alphabetize a library during the day when I'm on these, I'm not jacking up my sleep by taking these evil things at night!)

Dr. Old School: But its such a low dose this shouldn't be happening.

(At this point I want to go ape-shit on her...I don't care what "should" and "shouldn't" be happening...I'm  calling you to tell you what IS happening.)

Me: Ok I'll figure it out.

So, I took a whole pill every morning for a week, and showed no improvement of side effects.  I went to my normal yoga class and failed to do some poses because I didn't have the breath to get into them.  Well...how the hell am I supposed to *relax* if I can't breath. Riddle me that Dr. Old School.  I halved my dose for the past 2 days, and I feel a little more like myself, a little less ramped up. I have a sneaky suspicion that I was experiencing hyperthyroid symptoms and it was b/c of the medication.  She'll probably tell me that it shouldn't have happened though.

In other news, to keep my mind off of my impending doom that had been planted in my head throughout the week...I made these burp cloths and cute Giants beannie for a shower I'm going to today!

Really?!!!

Taking all guesses as to what the heck this is... A new tool promised to increase fertility? No.  A canteen? Nope....A whistle made for the likes of Hagrid? Close, but no.  

Sorry I've been missing in blog-world for the past week or so.  We've been dealing with the suck-storm (insert appropriate S-word) centered around this hunk of metal above since Thursday.  This my friends, is a Catalytic Converter...I don't know much about it, but I do know that if it gets cut  stolen out from under your car, it will then sound like 30 Harleys on 'roids when you start and proceed to drive it.  I know this because it happened to my car on Thursday last week, while I was at work.  

Here's how it all broke (ha ha get it? broke ..) down: (I can laugh now because its now sitting in the garage fixed).

• I return to my car after a long day of schlepping furniture and playing design fairy.  It's summer in the California central valley and it is HOT.  All I want to do is get in the car and blast the AC.  I start the car and it sounds AND feels like my car turned has into a Harley and I have a big loud cartoon-like flame blowing out from under the car under my seat.  My car has indigestion, and I don't know why.  Like it was a bad dream, I stop the car and restart it, thinking surely it must have been the way I turned the key (hopefully?) Negative Ghostwriter, my car is prime-time F-d. 
•  Luckily, someone was with me that new about cars.  He immediately got on the ground and noticed that the Catalytic Converter had been CUT out from underneath my car. Cut and stolen. One and done.  I didn't know what the heck I was looking for, but I got on the floor to take a peek, and there was obviously something missing.  
• I get mad, pissed, frustrated, angry and... a potty mouth.
• Enter mall security (history: I work at a mall, oh the stories I can tell), Enter police.
• Policeman takes my info, enters it in, comes back and gives me a Case#. I ask what my odds are, he replies "Odds? There are none".  He explains further that it took the person that did this less than 2 minutes to cut it out and unless they catch him/her in the act of doing it, or randomly pull over a vehicle with 40 Catalytic Converters in it, they'll keep getting away with it.  
• Drum Roll Please:   This bastard will likely get $40 for my Catalytic Converter.  When the cop told me that, I immediately said "F*&^, I'd leave them a $100 bill to leave my F*&*%$# car alone".  I told you. Potty. Mouth. I immediately looked at the officer and apologized out of some ridiculous fear that I could be cuffed for having the mouth of a sailor.  

The night ended with my DH and I having a very manic case of the Charlie Browns, as I like to call it. We were over analyzing our next steps.  We were cursing the Universe for continually shitting on us.  Is it too much to ask for some fertility Universe? Fine.. if you can't grant us that, could you please, for the love of whatever it is that rules you, please don't F-with our car, so that we can go to work, make the money we need to pay for the likely IVF you'll make us do...and oh yeah, we'd like to be able to use that car to drive to the treatment.

Fast forward to now, the drama has subsided. The car is fixed ($440 later), safely in the garage until we figure out how to prevent this from happening again.