Thursday
Saw my new endocrinologist. I guess I had a fantasy that she would look at my symptoms and labs and know how to fix me — but no. She, too, says my bloodwork is really odd. So she’s running more tests to see if my cortisol levels are off. Need to get blood drawn at 8am tomorrow. Ugh. Judging by the tests she’s ordered, I think she suspects it’s Addison’s Disease. Which is, of course, serious, rare, and incurable. Because that’s how I roll.
I’m lying on the sofa waiting for Dave to get home from Trader Joe’s. Our home is so peaceful. Double-glazed windows and a quiet neighborhood. Minimal clutter. No quarrels, no shouting, no bickering. Love, trust, respect, and companionship. My health may be endlessly frustrating but everything else is going great. Gotta remember that when I feel blue. (But I’m still allowed to feel blue.)
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May 6th, 2022 at 4:42 pm
All the sadness of getting a new possible diagnosis, mixed with the quiet happiness of your peaceful new life and love. You would be a wonderful person to share a home with, Kara, with your considerate ways and your fruitful intellect and interests. I am so glad you and Dave found each other.