So THEN a trip to see Master P pretty much clears the whole thing up. I'm so glad he's a good diagnostician, and ready to do OTHER doctors' jobs, since apparently, nobody else I see is doing theirs....
THe deal is this. A normal EBV titer is under 0.99, non-acute, producing no symptoms. MY EBV titers are 1.67, and somewhere in the range of acute ( although that was a 10 minute debate I'll spare you; suffice it say the medical community is not in agreement as to how this virus actually harbors its existence once in the body), producing symptoms ( mostly fatigue, apathy and low grade depression). Additionally, my TSH ( thyroid) is borderline low ( so borderline that if I had a test at a different lab with different ranges it WOULD be low; again, another 10 minute discussion. When did medicine get so theorhetical? Jeez!). Add togther and mix, and what you have is my need to sleep about 15 hours a day, hair falling out in the shower, muslce weakness, a cough that won't go away, and about as much enthusiasm for things that formerly seemed enticing as I have for dentistry.
Which led Master P to answer my question, "So what do we do?" with " Treat your thyroid, watch what happens, and you rest. "
Good times.
In other news, I had planned on having a birthday party for myself this year, but I have since decided that I can't afford it, nor do I want to deal with the hassle. No one is able to come, ( only 4 people have RSVP'd yes, and the rest of those who haven't yet are working my last nerve in the Etiquette Department. I am SO not going to call and ask!), and I can't afford to buy chips n' dip for the world. Dani says, "Well, then, if they're going to be rude bastards, let them go chipless!!" I can see that tack, but it also leaves me sitting at home wondering who's gonna show. THAT is depressing. I hate my birthday enough already.
More good times.
Besides that, not much else to report. Besides cutting off 6 inches of hair ( re: see above about the shower) and being super obsessed with all the new lip glosses at the local Rite-Aid, that's all I've had the strength to muster to get excited about. I can get it going for about an hour or so, and then I need a nap.
But it beats a hole in the head, or heart, any day of the week, so I ain't bitchin'. (Too much, anyway. Hey, if I quit completely, you'd know I was dead). Amen to that.
THe deal is this. A normal EBV titer is under 0.99, non-acute, producing no symptoms. MY EBV titers are 1.67, and somewhere in the range of acute ( although that was a 10 minute debate I'll spare you; suffice it say the medical community is not in agreement as to how this virus actually harbors its existence once in the body), producing symptoms ( mostly fatigue, apathy and low grade depression). Additionally, my TSH ( thyroid) is borderline low ( so borderline that if I had a test at a different lab with different ranges it WOULD be low; again, another 10 minute discussion. When did medicine get so theorhetical? Jeez!). Add togther and mix, and what you have is my need to sleep about 15 hours a day, hair falling out in the shower, muslce weakness, a cough that won't go away, and about as much enthusiasm for things that formerly seemed enticing as I have for dentistry.
Which led Master P to answer my question, "So what do we do?" with " Treat your thyroid, watch what happens, and you rest. "
Good times.
In other news, I had planned on having a birthday party for myself this year, but I have since decided that I can't afford it, nor do I want to deal with the hassle. No one is able to come, ( only 4 people have RSVP'd yes, and the rest of those who haven't yet are working my last nerve in the Etiquette Department. I am SO not going to call and ask!), and I can't afford to buy chips n' dip for the world. Dani says, "Well, then, if they're going to be rude bastards, let them go chipless!!" I can see that tack, but it also leaves me sitting at home wondering who's gonna show. THAT is depressing. I hate my birthday enough already.
More good times.
Besides that, not much else to report. Besides cutting off 6 inches of hair ( re: see above about the shower) and being super obsessed with all the new lip glosses at the local Rite-Aid, that's all I've had the strength to muster to get excited about. I can get it going for about an hour or so, and then I need a nap.
But it beats a hole in the head, or heart, any day of the week, so I ain't bitchin'. (Too much, anyway. Hey, if I quit completely, you'd know I was dead). Amen to that.
posted by Jessica @ 10:12 PM
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