I think you are being rather cruel and I wish you would take yourself to the nearest high rise building and take a flying leap off of the top. Then, I hope that you fall to the ground, maybe even on a box of nails that some construction worker left on the sidewalk by accident with all the points facing up. That would be nice of you, and you should do that STAT.
Stat is what the Dr. ordered yesterday, with complete authority and I was rather enamored with her because she has failed me in the past, more than once. This was indeed a nice and welcomed change in our seemingly everlasting relationship. When she took my pulse today (which was high at 108 bpm) she could feel the palpitations that are happening to my heart, now even with the Beta Blockers. So Beta Blockers, I am also not too fond of you lately either, way to do your job. Pffft. She kind of got googly eyes after she felt them. In case you don't know that look, it's the one that tells you that a Dr. has been awoken from the coma that a countless number of common cold symptoms, and limitless embryo sonograms has put them in. It's the thrill that a Dr. gets when they have a patient sitting right in their very own family medical practise that actually has something that needs immediate attention. They get to put on their detective cap and they start frantically doing laps around their exam room (yes, it is possible even in that small of space). You can practically see the wheels turning in their minds...."This is urgent, this is the most exciting thing that's happened to me all week!" Awesome, I'm glad I could give her a thrill. While she is doing laps and I am practically having a heart attack on her table (total exaggeration) she manages to tell me (even though she is a little out of breath from running laps) that I am Tachycardic which basically means that my heart rate is too fast....duh! Anyway, I think the main concern was that the palpitations are indeed increasing and therefore I am now on an increased dose of Beta Blockers. I seem to tolerate them quite well on the other hand so I'm not too concerned about that.
I was pretty convinced that I no longer had (or never had) Fibromyalgia so I mentioned that to her. She told me that the two are totally unrelated because I had all 18 trigger points which generally confirms it and that they had tested my thyroid levels consistently during that time to rule out a thyroid problem. Now, that doesn't mean that I haven't had Graves' disease for longer than just the past few months, it just wasn't showing up and I still have Fibromyalgia as well. I just about kicked her in the taco at that point. That may sound harsh but, I always hated that label the Rheumatologist put on me and I kind of wanted it to be vetoed by the Grave's....no such luck. I immediately went home and got in the shower fully clothed and cried (another total exaggeration). What I really did was take some Beta Blockers and went shopping with a friend...it was super good times! I got a call later on from said Dr. telling me that my thyroid levels were pretty good and that the medication seems to be working (for now) so that is good news, and I am quite happy not to take an increased dose of that poison because it hasn't been all that fun thus far. Unless you consider being a zombie fun but, I don't think you would like the taste of human flesh (although I heard it tastes like pork...mmmm bacon).
So that's it for now, my adventure continues....still waiting for the ultrasound to determine the fate of my new close friend the goiter, still crying in the shower fully clothed and hoping for a speedy(ish) recovery.
- The St.Godard Brood Keeper (the most awesome Tachycardic person you know)
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