the dyingness continues and no one knows why
You know what’s awesome? Having something health-related wrong with you that has stumped a GI, Family Doctor and a Naturopath!
The GI said, with is head bent over my file stroking his forehead with an intense look of frustration “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. I’m not giving up on you yet, but I’m stumped”.
The Naturopath said “I really don’t understand what it could be…you should be responding differently to the B12 shots” (you know, as in retaining them).
The Doctor, just today said “You’ve always been a mystery to me, but I’d suggest going to find a rheumatoid specialist”.
The other funny thing is that the family doctor, who I was sure thought I was crazy (after pretty much implying that I was) noticed a high/abnormal test (after I asked if I should be re-tested). In all fairness, he didn’t request the test, so he probably wasn’t looking for the result, but my ESR was at 58. Apparently, for my age, it’s supposed to be at 17 – to figure it out (for women) you take your age, add 10 and then divide by 2 (no wonder the GI and the naturopath were freaking out about that number). The thing is that it shows inflammation — the problem? that you have to find where the inflammation is.
Now, I’m no doctor, but I’m assuming that it’s in the spot that hurts…? But I guess that still doesn’t explain the age-old question of why?
The good thing was that suddenly, after over a year of him thinking I’m crazy, I could see a physical shift in his demeanor as he realized that, infact there is something wrong. There could be something very wrong if this number is any indicator. And then there was concern. It is nice that I at least have concerned people looking out for me I suppose. I just wish they could figure out what was wrong.
Perhaps I should go to med school — but I dropped science after practically cheating my way through grade 10. And I doubt they’d take someone with a Masters in Publishing over someone with a Masters in Biology or Life Sciences.
At least there’s the comfort in knowing that the saga of the dyingness continues. I know, you’re in suspense… Don’t worry — I am too!