Judging from the startled look on her face, my physician did not expect me to start crying when she informed me that my thyroid levels were completely normal.
You see, I had convinced
myself that my thyroid had shriveled up and died.
Most of the women in my
family have thyroid glands that just pack it up and move to Florida at about my
age. In my mind, that was the perfect
explanation for so many things. The
fatigue. The agonizingly slow weight
loss. The sluggish global economy.
And, after telling me what
she had anticipated as the “good news,” my doctor hesitantly moved to the
discussion of cholesterol.
After five months of exercise
and watching my diet, I had managed to lower my LDL (bad) cholesterol by almost
10 points, but I had also managed to lower my HDL (good) cholesterol by about
the same amount. And the really exciting
news? My triglycerides were up 20
And for those of you who
need not worry about the intricacies of cholesterol components, ideally “triglycerides”
should not be paired with the directional descriptor “up.”
My reaction? More tears.
And then she kindly asked
about David, how I was sleeping and if maybe, just maybe I was under a tad bit
Full blown weeping.
I am not exactly sure what
she said then, but it included the phrases someone
to talk to, really good therapist, and at
least four visits. Before I could
even blow my nose she had sprinted back to her office to retrieve a business
card containing the referral information.
I never thought of myself
as someone who would be “in therapy.”
Although I must admit that
there is some appeal in being able to say things like I am terribly sorry Jill/Rob/Shakira that I cannot help with the
fundraiser/room party/mini-oreo cookie eating contest, but my THERAPIST has
advised me that I need to put myself first and limit my commitments.
But then again, four
sessions times a $20 co-pay per session equals $80. Does anyone know where I can schedule a hot