“Everything Is Killing You” is an ongoing series on things I think you should be worried about. Is it possible to go see a million doctors and just never get a diagnosis? Just kidding. I already know that it’s totally possible, because it’s happened to about eleven of my friends. Most of them seem toContinue reading “Everything Is Killing You: Hey, What If They Never Figure Out What’s Wrong With Me?”
“Everything Is Killing You” is an ongoing series on things I think you should be worried about. A month ago, I got off the treadmill at the gym and felt a twinge in my left hip. I rolled my eyes, stretched, showered, took some Ibuprofen, and tried to put it out of my mind. I’mContinue reading “Everything Is Killing You: That Thing of When It Turns Out That Maybe You Really Do Have a Weird Disease”
The trouble with being a hypochondriac is that I, like all pessimists, am eventually doomed to be right.
So, my thyroid ultrasound came back and everything looks good: No nodules, no giant tumor with tentacles, not even a goiter. This last is almost too bad, as I had a name for my goiter, and had been running around talking about it like it was a person. “Does that salt have iodine in it?Continue reading “But My Non-Imaginary Friends Are Such Smartasses…”
A few days ago, I had a thyroid ultrasound. I was totally cool with this at first. Sure, put goopy stuff on my neck and run a wand over it. In the course of what I am now calling Fun With Hypothyroidism, I’ve been through plenty of undignified visits to the doctor. At least nowContinue reading “Like a Punch in the Neck”