BlueWidow
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- Oct 6, 2019
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Today I went to the doctor because my sister-in-law scheduled an appointment for me without my knowledge or consent.
I knew it would be a waste of time, but since I'm about to ctb soon, I thought I'd humor her a little bit and go.
First of all, I'm only ever even
semi-conscious for about 2 or 3 hours after I take my thyroid meds. The rest of the time, I'm a walking zombie. So I purposely delayed taking my meds today so that it would be timed perfectly and I would be as alert as I possibly could when I was seeing the doctor. Then we went in and we had to wait for 2 hours to see him, even though I had an appointment.
By that time, I was starting to get unfocused and brain foggy again, so I couldn't ask him most of the questions that I wanted to ask because I just didn't feel like arguing with him at that point.
I got a blood test a few weeks ago, the TSH or Thyroid Stimulating Hormone test. Pretty much all the doctors I've ever seen care more about what that test says than how I feel. This doctor was no exception.
He explained to me that my thyroid was working too hard and so he had to lower my dose of medicine. Maybe if someone's a medical professional on here they can explain that to me because it seems to me if something is working too hard, it probably needs some assistance, like perhaps MORE thyroid medicine- not less!
He also started urging me to see a psychiatrist. He knows I'm depressed, but no one has any idea of my plan to ctb. I told him that until my thyroid was fixed, seeing a psychiatrist or even attempting to do anything about my depression was a waste of time. He decided not to force me to go see a psychiatrist, but he did advise me that I need to get out of the house more and be around people. So apparently the answer to all my problems is to force myself to go out of the house no matter how exhausting it is for me, particularly now that I'm on a lower dose of thyroid medicine.
I got very upset by all this, even though it's what I expected. I tried to make my
sister-in-law see that this is a waste of time.
She suggested maybe I could see an
Endocrinologist— because, of course, I hadn't thought of that in the entire 24 years that I've been dealing with this shit! January will actually be 24 years that I've been dealing with this now, which is almost half my entire fucking life, so from now on I'm going to move it up a year and start referring to it as 24 years instead of 23. I told her that when my husband was alive he even interrupted an Endocrinologist when he was playing golf and asked him if there was anything he could do for me. The problem is they believe the same thing every other doctor does. All they care about the fucking TSH test. They don't give a damn how I feel. I told my sister-in-law that, at this rate, I'm just going to lie down one day and I'm never going to wake up again. I was referring to the coma I'm going to end up in because I'm not getting my thyroid properly treated. She has no idea about my plan to swallow SN and hopefully go to sleep and never wake up. This was just an offhand comment on my part. However, my sister-in-law started crying and telling me how she couldn't lose me, and we had to figure out some way to fix this, and so on.
I tried to explain to her that I've been trying to fix it for 24 years and I'm tired. I'm tired of wasting my time. I'm tired of wasting my money. And I'm damn tired of wasting what little energy I have! I could get the same amount accomplished by just going outside and banging my head against the wall!
However, I felt so guilty about how upset she was that I have agreed to go with her on Wednesday to visit her friend, even though it's going to be a 2 hour ride there and a 2 hour ride back minimum, not counting traffic and the time we have to spend with her friend. It's going to exhaust me for days on end and be boring as hell. I also agreed to go with her to a big family Christmas dinner that she arranged for all her family at a local restaurant. I had already planned to go to that before this happened. It's going to be a nightmare for me. Little kids running around screaming. Everyone talking at once, only not talking to me. I'm gonna be sitting there by myself wishing I was back at home in my bed watching TV or hanging around on here.
I know she's now going to use this situation to try to guilt me into staying at her house for Christmas and New Year.
I don't know what to do. She is one of the sweetest people I've ever met in my life and I know, even though she drives me crazy and I wish she would get things through her thick head, she does care about me and she's just trying to help me. I know my ctb is going to break her heart. The rest of the family may hate me more for hurting her than for ctb.
She keeps trying to help me and the problem is there's nothing she can do. It's too late!
She never lets me pay for anything when we go out and she always insist on buying me food. We always either have to stop and eat, or I have to stop and get something and take it home with me. She's done so many nice things for me since I moved to the area I'm in now that I can't even begin to list them all, but the one thing she can't do is make my life any better, or make my health any better, or bring my husband back.
Actually, I hadn't thought of this before, but if my husband is somewhere and aware of what I'm doing, he's probably upset that I'm going to hurt his sister as well. Although, I'm sure he's also upset that I'm having such a hard time.
The doctor asked me if I had ever been diagnosed with PTSD. I have never been officially diagnosed, but I know I have it.
My entire life has been nothing more than a long string of traumatic events, one after the other with no break in between. Even when I was with my husband, although I was happy, I was still battling this fucking thyroid problem! I can't think of any time in my life when I was 100% free of extreme stress and trauma. I've always been battling something.
I know that no one here can tell me what to do. I've pretty much got my mind made up that I am going to ctb no matter the consequences to anyone. I just can't do it anymore. I've spent most of my life living for one person or another. It's about time I started doing what I need to do for myself, instead of worrying about how my actions are going to affect everyone else. Other people don't seem to worry about how their actions are going to affect me at all. That's why it pisses me off so much that I'm so torn about this.
Anyway, thanks for listening to my rant.
I knew going to the doctor was a bad idea.
I feel like the universe or whoever is pulling the strings up there is trying to mess up my ctb plans. Now I have to expend more energy that I don't have consoling and coddling my sister-in-law right in the middle of my rush to get things done before my ctb date. The universe is trying to make me so exhausted that I can't ctb.
I knew it would be a waste of time, but since I'm about to ctb soon, I thought I'd humor her a little bit and go.
First of all, I'm only ever even
semi-conscious for about 2 or 3 hours after I take my thyroid meds. The rest of the time, I'm a walking zombie. So I purposely delayed taking my meds today so that it would be timed perfectly and I would be as alert as I possibly could when I was seeing the doctor. Then we went in and we had to wait for 2 hours to see him, even though I had an appointment.
By that time, I was starting to get unfocused and brain foggy again, so I couldn't ask him most of the questions that I wanted to ask because I just didn't feel like arguing with him at that point.
I got a blood test a few weeks ago, the TSH or Thyroid Stimulating Hormone test. Pretty much all the doctors I've ever seen care more about what that test says than how I feel. This doctor was no exception.
He explained to me that my thyroid was working too hard and so he had to lower my dose of medicine. Maybe if someone's a medical professional on here they can explain that to me because it seems to me if something is working too hard, it probably needs some assistance, like perhaps MORE thyroid medicine- not less!
He also started urging me to see a psychiatrist. He knows I'm depressed, but no one has any idea of my plan to ctb. I told him that until my thyroid was fixed, seeing a psychiatrist or even attempting to do anything about my depression was a waste of time. He decided not to force me to go see a psychiatrist, but he did advise me that I need to get out of the house more and be around people. So apparently the answer to all my problems is to force myself to go out of the house no matter how exhausting it is for me, particularly now that I'm on a lower dose of thyroid medicine.
I got very upset by all this, even though it's what I expected. I tried to make my
sister-in-law see that this is a waste of time.
She suggested maybe I could see an
Endocrinologist— because, of course, I hadn't thought of that in the entire 24 years that I've been dealing with this shit! January will actually be 24 years that I've been dealing with this now, which is almost half my entire fucking life, so from now on I'm going to move it up a year and start referring to it as 24 years instead of 23. I told her that when my husband was alive he even interrupted an Endocrinologist when he was playing golf and asked him if there was anything he could do for me. The problem is they believe the same thing every other doctor does. All they care about the fucking TSH test. They don't give a damn how I feel. I told my sister-in-law that, at this rate, I'm just going to lie down one day and I'm never going to wake up again. I was referring to the coma I'm going to end up in because I'm not getting my thyroid properly treated. She has no idea about my plan to swallow SN and hopefully go to sleep and never wake up. This was just an offhand comment on my part. However, my sister-in-law started crying and telling me how she couldn't lose me, and we had to figure out some way to fix this, and so on.
I tried to explain to her that I've been trying to fix it for 24 years and I'm tired. I'm tired of wasting my time. I'm tired of wasting my money. And I'm damn tired of wasting what little energy I have! I could get the same amount accomplished by just going outside and banging my head against the wall!
However, I felt so guilty about how upset she was that I have agreed to go with her on Wednesday to visit her friend, even though it's going to be a 2 hour ride there and a 2 hour ride back minimum, not counting traffic and the time we have to spend with her friend. It's going to exhaust me for days on end and be boring as hell. I also agreed to go with her to a big family Christmas dinner that she arranged for all her family at a local restaurant. I had already planned to go to that before this happened. It's going to be a nightmare for me. Little kids running around screaming. Everyone talking at once, only not talking to me. I'm gonna be sitting there by myself wishing I was back at home in my bed watching TV or hanging around on here.
I know she's now going to use this situation to try to guilt me into staying at her house for Christmas and New Year.
I don't know what to do. She is one of the sweetest people I've ever met in my life and I know, even though she drives me crazy and I wish she would get things through her thick head, she does care about me and she's just trying to help me. I know my ctb is going to break her heart. The rest of the family may hate me more for hurting her than for ctb.
She keeps trying to help me and the problem is there's nothing she can do. It's too late!
She never lets me pay for anything when we go out and she always insist on buying me food. We always either have to stop and eat, or I have to stop and get something and take it home with me. She's done so many nice things for me since I moved to the area I'm in now that I can't even begin to list them all, but the one thing she can't do is make my life any better, or make my health any better, or bring my husband back.
Actually, I hadn't thought of this before, but if my husband is somewhere and aware of what I'm doing, he's probably upset that I'm going to hurt his sister as well. Although, I'm sure he's also upset that I'm having such a hard time.
The doctor asked me if I had ever been diagnosed with PTSD. I have never been officially diagnosed, but I know I have it.
My entire life has been nothing more than a long string of traumatic events, one after the other with no break in between. Even when I was with my husband, although I was happy, I was still battling this fucking thyroid problem! I can't think of any time in my life when I was 100% free of extreme stress and trauma. I've always been battling something.
I know that no one here can tell me what to do. I've pretty much got my mind made up that I am going to ctb no matter the consequences to anyone. I just can't do it anymore. I've spent most of my life living for one person or another. It's about time I started doing what I need to do for myself, instead of worrying about how my actions are going to affect everyone else. Other people don't seem to worry about how their actions are going to affect me at all. That's why it pisses me off so much that I'm so torn about this.
Anyway, thanks for listening to my rant.
I knew going to the doctor was a bad idea.
I feel like the universe or whoever is pulling the strings up there is trying to mess up my ctb plans. Now I have to expend more energy that I don't have consoling and coddling my sister-in-law right in the middle of my rush to get things done before my ctb date. The universe is trying to make me so exhausted that I can't ctb.
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