Thursday, August 15, 2013
I'm back from vacation and I'll be resuming the 100 days of weight loss soon but today I need to vent. I had a doctor's appointment today. After the slew of tests that ran the gamut, the diagnosis is that I'm fat and lazy. There's nothing wrong with me, except I need to get off my ass and stop eating, fat fatty. She's referring me to a sleep specialist to see about possible narcolepsy (???). She was CERTAIN I had sleep apnea but that test showed nothing. Basically, I'm extremely fatigued all the time, both sleepy and no energy. At times I have a very very hard time staying awake, thus the narcolepsy I guess. I have many symptoms of low thyroid, but that test came out normal according to her; however, I have a huge problem with this. I have done my research. All she tested was TSH and actually I tested outside of the normal range as suggested by the American Association of Clinical Endocrinologists but their recommendations are still controversial at best among most doctors. I've had more several health-knowledgeable people recommend that I ask her to put me on a low dose of thyroid meds "just to see" but she refused. She said there is literature out there that says that taking thyroid meds when you don't have a thyroid issue is harmful BUT she also refuses to do the better thyroid tests such as Free T3 and T4 that might actually diagnose the problem. This doctor came highly recommended by many and is highly esteemed by my husband as she diagnosed and began his care for pancreatitis. So I guess my next course of action is searching out yet another doctor. Even the idea of this just exhausts me even more. My other option is to just accept that there's nothing wrong with me other than being fat and lazy. She actually used the word "deconditioned" several times while talking to me - apparently I'm so out of shape that even basic daily activities are completely exhausting. She was too busy and hurried to listen to me try to tell her how hard I've been trying to lose weight. Nevermind the exercise I'm doing, I guess an average of 30-45 minutes a day just isn't long enough or maybe I'm not working hard enough. Maybe I'm not doing it right. Maybe I'm eating donuts in my sleep without realizing. Maybe I'm lying and I just came from the Golden Corral. To me, "dieting" must mean not supersizing my double quarter pounder value meal. These are the things I'm imagining she is thinking about me. It must be all my fault, because I'm fat and disgusting. If I would just put down the cake and go take a walk or something, I'd be in perfect health.
If by chance anyone knows of any good doctors in the Kansas City area, please let me know.