The Gifted Underachiever

My life so far

Bad news from the doctor

Yep, bad news all right. I didn’t want to bore you with details of my recent physical, but part of it was the bloodwork and, well, other fluids. That’s another blog. They said they would call with the results. And they called today.

First of all, I’m fit as a fiddle. Really, I am. I feel good, sometimes great. But there’s an elephant in the room – well, almost an elephant. I’ve gained some weight lately; yeah, it’s kind of obvious. I kind of resemble a pear with toothpicks stuck in it.

No matter how hard I try I will never gain weight in my arms and legs. But the waistline is fair game. I’ve watched it ebb and flow over the years, and right now it’s high tide. I attributed it to my return to the motherland, or terre-mere, Acadiana. But doc thought there was something else going on. It’s not a significant weight gain, but still it’s there – the elephant in the room.

So Doc Brown said I’m going to add to your orders and have them take a thyroid count. He suspected something out of whack there, and I was like “Wow, never thought of that!” OK, I’ve been watching what I eat, I’ve cleared out my pantry with most full-fat cheeses and cookies, and I drink gallons of water, well quarts actually. I even try to have a vegetarian day once a week. So why isn’t any of this working? Well, thyroid, of course! Hoo man, finally an answer.

So today I got the call with the results. And it hit me like a ton of bricks.

“All the numbers are good,” the nurse said.

“Wait! All the numbers?” I inquired.

“Oh yes, everything looks fine, maybe a little anemia,” she chimed.

“I mean, like all the numbers?” I repeated.

“Well,” she paused as if reviewing the results, “Doctor Brown wants to run another CBC for the anemia in about six weeks. But other than that….”

“And not anything else?” I had to probe.

Nope.

So where does one go when the answers dry up? I had an answer in the palm of my hand, or rather, in a test tube, and it slipped away.

Facing the truth is never pleasant, especially when it means effort. So looks more sweating in the days ahead

Categories: What was I thinking?

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