I might as well have stayed home this morning rather than visit the doctor. She refused to agree that my problems with fatigue were due to anything but anemia, and that the thyroid wasn't an issue. Shortly after I arrived home I had a message from the endocrinologist also stating that it was anemia and not thyroid, and that taking even a small dose of synthroid would be of no use.
The doctor wants to send me for as many tests as possible to determine why I'm anemic. I refused a colonoscopy, I refused to go to the main hospital to see a hematologist, and she was a little upset with me. I don't go to the main hospital because it entails parking in a very crowded and busy garage which is too dark for me to see well. I swore off ever going back when I nearly hit an old man who walked in front of my car in that garage.
As I see it, I am going to go on as usual and try an attitude adjustment to keep up my energy and spirits. She even had the nerve to start asking me if I was suffering from depression, and asked a number of questions about it. I think I keep a fairly positive attitude for what I'm contending with, and as I have said before, no matter how I feel or what happens to me, I have joy in my heart. Does that sound like depression? Maybe I just don't understand clinical depression, but I don't think I have it.
So I'm just going to try to live as normal a life as I can; I look around me now and ask myself, "Where do I start?", which could make me want to go back to bed when I see all the things I've let go lately!
QUICKLY RETRIEVING MY FROG-CATCHING NET
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