Hi sunshines! So where did we leave off?
Between our family vacation and my business trip to Nashville, I had my blood drawn for my August appointment with my endocrinologist. Based on eating all of the amazing food and treats while away on vacation (and leading up to it) I knew that my results were likely going to be bad. I left for Nashville hopeful that I would lose a few pounds and at least have that merit when I met with my doctor upon my return home.
When I got back from my trip, my blood work arrived at the house - ahead of my doctor appointment and I couldn't help myself. I opened it up and saw the results...
Not only were my numbers BAD in more than one area, my triglycerides were the highest they have ever been and I learned that my lab actually uses color ink. 😒
As is my nature, I started researching and panicking and researching while I panicked. After about 24 hours of panicking, I started having chest pains. I figured, I'll be talking my doc in the morning, so we will see how it goes.
The next morning, I take my fine behind down to my endocrinologist only to learn that not only is she not in, but that she is out of state, and no one called to reschedule me, which sent me over the edge. I cried for the ride home. The only other way for me to conference with her would be two days later by phone.
The chest pains lasted another 24 hours before I finally decided it was time to go to the emergency room. I wasn't sure if it was stress, a heart attack, or something else, and my brother (who is a cardiac guy) told me to go and get an ekg.
Apparently, everyone in Jersey City gets some kind of emergency sick on Monday nights and we were in the hospital forever. I was triaged quickly but had to wait in the lobby until there was a bed for me. My resting heart rate was 128 when I got there. I had some ekg tests done, blood tests, urine tests, and some x rays. They ruled out heart attack and blood clots and it seems like the culprit was actually my thyroid medication.
I had slipped just below the normal TSH threshold, which has never happened to me in my life, and I experienced the rapid heartbeat and chest pain because of it. Ok, we leave the hospital the next day, ready to have a chat with my doctor.
Wednesday, my doctor and I phone consult and chat about the triglycerides. They are dangerously high and I am being given one last chance to get them down. I have 8-10 weeks. If the numbers aren't better in October, I will be put on medication to control it. We also chatted about the chest pains and trip to the ER. New medication schedule has me skipping my dose on the weekends, which is scary for me, but so far I have been doing well. We will be checking that in October, too, just to be sure that the new regimen is working.
To my butterflies out there... I'm tired! This is an ordeal. It's always a new thing coming for me, but I'm ready to go crush it for the next 8 weeks! My life depends on it!