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My arms are sore from the needles and I'm rather bummed out that the Specialist took 4 hours to see me. Well m'dears, I have to go back for more testing but it seems that I may have Graves' Disease, which is when one grows a goiter in one's neck, and in which the thyroid gland produces too much of some hormone called T3 (dontcha hate it when the Doc never explain anything, even if you ask?). The Specialist would not tell me anything, despite my questions. I asked her if there is a cure, and she said that 50% of people do go into remission, the other have to deal with it the hard way: you drink a radioactive iodine soln which nearly destroys the thyroid, after which you have to eat pills ad infinitum. If you eliminate the thyroid, you may develop "hypothyroidism" (as opposed to my "hyperthyroidism"). But possible side effects of taking the hormone pills is that you may develop a skin rash, or lose red/white blood cells. In other words, a weak autoimmune system. That, in turn, makes you a living target for everything from flu to, etc. I don't want to think about the "etc.". Ah yes, hypothyroidism is the one that may cause you to gain a lot of weight. Right now, my metabolism is overworked--which probably explains why for these past years I've been able to eat like a sloth and not gain any weight. Also explains why my resting heart rate was 130+, and why I got so hot, and stayed so hot, during the summer. I think it also explains why my hair has become so thin and dull-looking. I think I feel really surreal right now. Involuntarily, I've asked--why me? The practical side of me is telling me to put this into perspective: it's a pathetically small problem compared to the problems of most of the world right now. But the sentimental side of me cries out--you stupid girl, why did you not go see a doctor sooner? How could my past doctors have overlooked this? How is having this condition going to change my life? For the worse? For the better? And lastly, there is the small problem of a 3 000 word essay that I have to write!! Urg.
Ohayo! How does the new layout suit you? Umm...I have to go to school in half an hour, so I'll make this entry short. Nothing exciting has occured yet, so I really don't have anything to report other than the same old same. My parents wanted me to go to England next summer through my school, but when I went to the seminar on it (yesterday), the cost and lack of good courses made my enthousiasm for the idea cool. So, I'm thinking about just going there by myself, and making it simply a non-working vacation. Have I told you how desperately I want to see England? And once there, Paris is just a hop, skip and jump away. *stares glumly outside* Don't get me wrong, I like Toronto better than any other place I've been to simply because it is so clean, modern, multicultural, and nice. However, my city has very little in terms of historical architecture, museums, etc. to say for itself. It's simply too young a city. Oooops, anyway, look at the time! |
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Be careful what you wish for, eh? I got my blood test/thingbob back and my U of T doc told me that something is off with my thyroid. I'm going to see a specialist tomorrow. Gee, I wish my old doctor(s) could have diagnosed this...condition...years ago. I went on the net and read some scarry stories about this...condition. Told my Mom that apparently I'll gain 20 lb just from the treatment. Characteristically, she said mockingly that my chances of getting married are slim already, and with this I should resign myself to, blah blah blah etc. And, characteristically, I started to bewail my state (Tears, Idle Tears), at which point Mom quickly told me to "stop feeling sorry for yourself," that she had to deal with a lot more serious diseases when she was little. And then she deviated and told me to mend my "Ling Dai Yu" way of thinking (she was a young woman in Dream of Red Mansion, always sickly and self-pitying-- apparently). Humph. I'll tell you, I don't think there is a quicker remedy to self-pitying then to see someone else loose their self-control. Anyway, I would happily beat up anyone who disses my mother, but I must say, she REALLY stung me today. I don't appreciate her methods, but she really did give me a reality check. Now, I feel much calmer. I will hope that the specialist will be able to cure this condition without me having to sacrifice my vainity too much.