And it's back
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hel_anaAfter an absence of almost two years in my journal (last thyca entry was on July 18 2005), I get to again thrill you all with fantastical tales of wonder and delight!
So to go back a little: I had my annual physical on June 6, during which I told my doctor that I hadn't had a followup since the really annoying one in 2005, and that I'd like to, please, this year. So she got my old endo's name and said she'd look after it. I'd also asked for a referral to a dermatologist for the mole check, which is only slightly related.
Two or 3 weeks later, I get a call from the doctor's office: do I remember the name of the doctor, other than "Dr. McDonald"? no, that's what I remember, but they might want to check with the surgeon who sent the referral in the first place. They say thanks, and go away.
Week before last, I got a call from them again. They've made the appointments. Yay! The dermatologist, they tell me, can see me in November. Oy. Expecting the worst for the endo, I listen to her explain that their problem was that they assumed it was the Dr. McDonald at the oncology center down in London. When they discovered that it wasn't, they also discovered that *my* Dr. McDonald has retired. They ended up getting me an appointment for a different doctor in the same department, on July 23. 2007. I was a bit surprised at the speed.
Then on Sunday, my mother handed over the letter that had arrived there from the London Health Sciences center; not only do I have an appointment with the endo on Monday the 23rd, I also have an ultrasound earlier in the day and bloodwork. Which of course reminds me that I never did the bloodwork that the family doctor ordered. Yesterday morning, I was lucky enough to get a technician who couldn't hit the vein in my left arm and so had to go to the right (after making absolute sure about the left).
So on Monday, I get to head over to London, have another boring ultrasound, and find out whether the endo wants to do any more invasive testing (which is to say, take me off my meds, though I'll be calling the insurance company to see if they cover the thyrogen. Cross your fingers).
How fun is all that, really? Super fun, I'd say. So wish me luck on Monday that my thyroid bed remains empty and my blood tests come back with good numbers.
So to go back a little: I had my annual physical on June 6, during which I told my doctor that I hadn't had a followup since the really annoying one in 2005, and that I'd like to, please, this year. So she got my old endo's name and said she'd look after it. I'd also asked for a referral to a dermatologist for the mole check, which is only slightly related.
Two or 3 weeks later, I get a call from the doctor's office: do I remember the name of the doctor, other than "Dr. McDonald"? no, that's what I remember, but they might want to check with the surgeon who sent the referral in the first place. They say thanks, and go away.
Week before last, I got a call from them again. They've made the appointments. Yay! The dermatologist, they tell me, can see me in November. Oy. Expecting the worst for the endo, I listen to her explain that their problem was that they assumed it was the Dr. McDonald at the oncology center down in London. When they discovered that it wasn't, they also discovered that *my* Dr. McDonald has retired. They ended up getting me an appointment for a different doctor in the same department, on July 23. 2007. I was a bit surprised at the speed.
Then on Sunday, my mother handed over the letter that had arrived there from the London Health Sciences center; not only do I have an appointment with the endo on Monday the 23rd, I also have an ultrasound earlier in the day and bloodwork. Which of course reminds me that I never did the bloodwork that the family doctor ordered. Yesterday morning, I was lucky enough to get a technician who couldn't hit the vein in my left arm and so had to go to the right (after making absolute sure about the left).
So on Monday, I get to head over to London, have another boring ultrasound, and find out whether the endo wants to do any more invasive testing (which is to say, take me off my meds, though I'll be calling the insurance company to see if they cover the thyrogen. Cross your fingers).
How fun is all that, really? Super fun, I'd say. So wish me luck on Monday that my thyroid bed remains empty and my blood tests come back with good numbers.
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