Doctor, it hurts when I do this ....

I'm kind of in a weird phase right now, like an untethered balloon or a ping ball dropped from 12 feet up, bouncing around with no direction.

A big part of this is medical stuff.  Not medical stuff that is diagnosed, but the uber fun "hmm, I'm not sure why you feel like road kill, you seem to be healthy" stuff.

Thankfully I have had doctors who believe me and don't just toss out the "if you lost some weight and exercised" crap.  I did recently change doctors though, not because I hated mine, but I heard about one that is a little bit more thorough and proactive.

I was completely set for my first appointment, armed to the teeth with my evidence.  Weight Watcher logs - check.  Garmin Vivofit app updated - check.  Patient ready for battle - check!

Turned out I didn't need any of that, she listened, looked at my weight chart and me, and told me we would find answers, just be patient, it might take time.

Perhaps the most stunning thing for me was when she asked how long it had taken me to lose 55 pounds.  Although I wanted to cock my head and present it proudly, I'm sure I looked more sheepish when I said four and a half years.  I was ready, here is comes, tell me what I'm doing wrong ....

"That's perfect!  You're doing awesome!  Don't change what you are doing!"

I don't know if I would have looked more shocked if she'd berated me and told me I was a failure.  I know it showed on my face because she made sure to get it through my thick little skull that this is exactly what she wanted to hear.

She checked me out, ordered a gazillion blood tests, and scheduled another visit to go over the labs in a week.

So I spent a week wondering what medical science would discover for me.  Low vitamin B12 (bingo!) maybe?   Anemia?  Mysterious unknown medical condition that would be named after me (Karenitus Smartassiskis?)

All my test came back great except for one for rheumatoid arthritis.  That was one I hadn't planned on.  She doesn't really think I have it, she thinks it's a false positive, but I get to see a specialist for that lovely diagnosis.  From what I've been told that blood panel costs as much as a new car.  I'm worth it!

All my levels are text book perfect and she remarked that she wished her good cholesterol level was as good as mine.  (Thank you, thank you very much!)

She did order a sleep study, which was denied because I'M TOO HEALTHY and have only the word of Michael about whether I snore or stop breathing at night.  I notice neither, but then again, I'm sleeping!

Something else she looked at while reviewing my medications was what I was prescribed for allergies/hives.  She did suggest I lay off it and look into what affects it has had on other people.  Since Google can be your friend, I did check it out, and let's just leave it as I have full comprehension of what it feels to be Michael Jackson on propofol,  minus the creepy doctor watching me sleep.  Although there could have been one, I just don't know.

I'm seeing a new endocrinologist today so maybe that will give me answers.  *shrug*  If not maybe the rheumatologist will have answers in a few weeks.

In the mean time my cellulitis (MINE because, yes I am owning it!) came back.  I'm still going on the "thank God it wasn't a blood clot" thought and keeping optimistic, but I'm ready for this crap to seriously be knocked out of me.  Since she's giving me a medicine that may cause explosive diarrhea and I can't go out in the sun while on it, I'm hoping this will take care of things.  Just to be clear, I'm not as worried about the possible fecal explosions as I am about what will happen to me if I go out in the sun.   Since she told me I have to slather on high spf sunscreen and wear a hat if I'm out more than a couple minutes I do think it might turn me into a vampire for it's 10 day course.  I'll update if I can't see myself in the mirror later ....