d i n a n e . n e t 

While I am still technically at risk for two out of three autoimune crappinesses (it’s never Lupus), the bloodwork has cleared me of having them at the moment.

Which is awesome.

Which leads to the question, well, what the heck is wrong with me?

All of the eightybajillionty tests they did on my blood (my prescious blood… stolen!) came back within normal range except for one that was over by .01% and one that was under by .1%. Meaning… nothing. That could just be normal for me.

So I was given the option of steroids or a specialist. I chose door number two, and the doctor gave me a card with a name and a number. I called from my car, waited on hold for ten minutes, and tried to get an appointment. I sure did. In January.

Grrr….

Much chatting later, the doctor I saw today (who is not technically my doctor, but who works in my doctor’s office) told me that the specialist will totally see me… but he can’t worm me in any earlier. Poo.

So, I sit here today with an unknown and severly annoying disease that I can’t get diagnosed until January, when it may have cleared up on its own by then.

If it’s going to clear up on its own, it better damn well do it before Christmas, because seriously, people. It’s Christmas. No one likes to be sick for Christmas.

P.S. Thank you everyone for your concern. I really do appreciate it. I’m kind of an attention hog when I’m sick. Lucky for you, I don’t get sick all that often.

1. Laura says:

   December 15, 2006 at 4:54 pm

   it always takes forever to get into specialists! endocrinologist? best wishes!
2. dinane says:

   December 18, 2006 at 8:39 am

   Actually, a rheumataologist. I hate specialists. I had to call like eight podiatrists when I needed one just to get an appointment within a week. At the time, I couldn’t walk. Such a pain!

   This guy’s receptionist was especially rude, too. I think she was thrown off when I told her my bloodwork was negative for rheumatoid arthritis. Probably most people who go to him have that. But my doctor said he called the doctor directly to talk to him and the specialist said he’d take me. At the next appointment. In January.

   *whimper*

   At least I’m feeling a bit better.