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I wrote a few weeks ago about how I had stupidly let some health issues slide. Now those chickens have come home to roost. First, Let me say that I am fine. There are quite a few people I know who are in much greater danger because of health issues. I simply let things slide, when I should have trotted to the doctor's office because I flat didn't feel very good. I guess you get used to feeling cruddy, It kind of becomes the new "normal."
But normal it is not, and now I have a few hitches in my git-along.
My body finally got my attention when my voice got a little hoarse...and stayed the way. Since I make my living from the neck-up, I decided to head to an ear nose and throat guy for a checkup. Hoo, boy, did he let me have it. There may have been words to the effect of, " for a smart girl, you sure are dumb."
He checked inside my throat and asked if I had heartburn. Yep. Every day. More than once a day. Turns out, when you feel like your chest is on fire most of the time....when you actually inhale your own stomach acid at night, your body is trying to tell you something. And it ain't good. And it's easy to fix. I felt dumber by the moment.
He felt around my throat, and asked me if I was cold. What? Well, yeah, actually. Also, I was missing some eyebrows, and my skin looked like it belonged on an 80 year old. Had I gained weight inexplicably? "Why, Yes, Dr. Mansfield, I have been worried about that, since I lost a bunch of weight courtesy of MediFast.and I actually work out 3 times a week with a trainer! Look at me! I'm fat! I shouldn't be!" I could see he thought that I should have perhaps addressed these things a little sooner. Ok, a lot sooner. It would have saved me an awful lot of angst.
Then he asked how I was sleeping. Oh, boy.
Bottom line is, I felt like hell, looked like hell, and was living in a world of wonder for over a year before I landed in his office.
Dr. Mansfield has cost me a lot of money. Actually, I have cost me a lot of money...he was just the conduit. And I couldn't be more thrilled. Every check I have written has moved me toward greater health and well-being. Docter Einhorn, an endocrinologist, is testing me for, and believes I have, Hashimoto's disease. My body is attacking and killing my thyroid. I don't have a goiter, but if I had waited much longer...I would have looked like a bullfrog. Darn, I feel like I missed-out. That's genetic, and I should have suspected something, since my mom had Grave's....same gene, opposite problem.
I get to take Protonix now, instead of drinking baking soda and water to kill the fire in my esophagus. I have a feeling we will be revisiting that.
I get fitted for a CPAP machine next week. I'll to be Darth Vader at night! Woo hoo! My husband can't wait.
Good health is something we should all revel in. The human body is an amazing machine. But it needs regular tune-ups, and I was so busy being important, I didn't bother to pay attention to the "check oil" light. Then I got lucky, I went to a doctor who knew I was about to blow a gasket. And I needed to address it NOW. So we did, and I feel better already. Now I can get back to icanhazcheezeburger and Fark. I mean, work.