For those of you who have been following the whole sordid saga, you’ll be happy to know that I HAVE MY PILLS NOW. And, honestly, I never thought I’d see the day. I mean, it wasn’t looking too good there for a while.
I talked to the doctor’s office today and they decided that I didn’t need to come in after all, only to have the doctor write me up a prescription that OBVIOUSLY I needed, since my lab results triggered the APOCALYPSE alarm they keep under the desk.
Seriously, I don’t know what my results were (I haven’t received a copy yet) but the gal said they were “high”. Well shoot, they were “high” last time too! But last time they wanted me to take 150mcg (or as they initially put it, just take the 100mcg that I no longer had and cut one in two and take one whole pill and one half). This time? 200mcg!
Which, you know, is the exact same dosage I was taking back up until the day Evie was born. So it’s only taken NINE MONTHS for me to get back on the right dosage! Who said the medical system in this country sucks? It works just fine!
So anyhow, she tells me my result was “high” and that the doctor wanted me to take this new medication called “Levothyroxin”. You know, otherwise known as the medication I’ve been taking for the last X number of years. Riiiight. Not so much with the whole being “NEW” thing but whatever. And she said that she could fax the prescription over to the pharmacy for me. Would I like her to do that?
Kile stopped on the way home at the store (milk! bread!) and got the prescription so starting tomorrow? I’M ALL GOOD. I’ve got 5 refills on this and I get retested (fingers crossed) again at the end of January. For the time being? I’m on the road to quasi-health! I still think I need to start seeing an edocrinologist, but at least this is a step in the right direction.