Dodging a big bullet

Well, it’s been a hell’uva week. Actually let’s go further back. All spring and summer I’ve been losing weight. Well, actually started last summer, but then I had changed to diet pop. Anyway, here I am losing pounds blithely going through life thinking I was living right. Then I started to pee at night. Like 4-5 times, and still losing weight without doing anything to deserve it.

Soooooo…on kat's loving insistence, I went to the doctor, who sent me for a blood test. Now, my doctor will only call you if something is wrong. If nothing is wrong, she leaves you hanging until you either break down and make an appointment to see her, or just continue living.
Well, guess what? Her secretary called yesterday to make an appointment for today.

Oh shit.

No. More like—OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT

Well, you get the idea.

After some time to think, I figured on diabetes. It runs in the family and I’ve had way more than my share of sweet products in my life. It would explain the peeing, and weight loss. It had to be diabetes. It could not be cancer.

No.

Kat, bless her, took the day off work and the whole family went to see the doctor, and a somber procession we were.

So we waited. And in comes the doctor and surprises me by talking before consulting her charts (she always consults her charts first), and she smiles.

Hyperthyroid.

Not great, but a hell of a lot better than the other options. So, I have to see a specialist, but the good news is by that time I’m sure I’ll loose a few more pounds.

Kat was a rock through this, and I’ll love her forever.

And as far as the Hyperthyroid Diet Plan goes, I don’t recommend it.

Mike