My entire life, family doctors have passed over giving me a diagnosis for the opportunity to refer me to specialists.
Excema? Go see a dermatologist.
Sinus trouble? Go see an ear, nose and throat doctor.
Thyroid symptoms? Go see an endocrinologist.
Such is my life. Recently, Mom got diagnosed with Hashimoto’s disease and I actually got excited. Not excited in that “Mom’s got an autoimmune disease!” sort of way, but in that “If we know what’s wrong we can FIX IT!” sort of way. Especially after reviewing the list of symptoms that Hashimoto’s patients typically suffer from and aligning several of them to the things that I’ve been complaining of and experiencing (increasingly) over the past year and a half, two years.
And today, after a two-hour wait past my scheduled appointment time, that little bubble of diagnostic hope just… burst.
Apparently both sets of lab results post-surgery have indicated that my thyroid is over-producing T3 and T4’s. If one was high and the other was low, I’d be diagnosed with either hyperthyroidism or hypothyroidism. But since both are high? Doc’s got no clue and I get shipped off to a specialist an hour away.
I totally blame the people who’ve had February birthdays (Jaci. Caleb. Sean.) for the days where my caloric intake really spiked — birthday cake will do that to you! Other than that, I’ve been surprised that even with my almost-nightly glass of chocolate milk I only average about 1800 calories/day. I’ve also noticed that if I know I have to capture that slice of cake or that individual container of peanut butter in the FitDay program, I think twice about eating it (or how much of it I eat). Not only am I learning that on the days where I eat “better” my hunger is actually more satisfied, but I’m positive this is playing a direct role in keeping my daily calories lower than they’d be if I was oblivious to my eating and helping me to lose weight.
Fewer calories = weight loss? At least that’s one symptom I don’t need a specialist for!