Monday a week ago, #2 told me the results of my blood tests could take up to 7 business days to come back from the lab. I haven't heard from him yet. Based on that and the fact I have an appointment with him next Thursday to discuss the results, I'm assuming either a.) he doesn't have the results back yet b.) the results show something horrifying and he doesn't want to tell me over the phone or c.) the tests showed nothing and I'll be seeing the 'spert next.
All three options are equally obnoxious and annoying to think about. I can't imagine people who actually have horrible things wrong with them and have to wait on results to tell them if they're dying or not. I cannot imagine.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Pity, party of one. Pity?
I don't usually get too bogged down in my health. Or lack thereof. However, I'm having a pity party tonight. Why can't I just be like other 29 year olds? What the hell did I do to deserve 87 year old bones? Why I can't I be thinking about keeping babies bouncy and happy instead of keeping my damn bones intact?
My Daddy called this afternoon to check on me and to see if I've gotten back any test results. I haven't. I appreciate that he calls, I really really do. I cherish the relationship I have with both he and my Mother. However, I hate the fact that he calls to see if I know why I have osteoporosis. It should be me making that phone call... to my 70 year old grandmother. Not Daddy calling his not quite 30 year old child. I hate to sound ungrateful. I'm so lucky to have parents who care about every detail of my health and life. I wouldn't trade them for anything. But it just sucks to get that phone call. It kind of put things in perspective this afternoon.
And I know this isn't that serious of a health issue. It's not like I'm dying or anything. I don't have some incurable disease that I have to suffer through. I just have bad bones. I can't have kids in the foreseeable future. I can't go do anything too physical, because I run the risk of breaking a hip. I can't act like a normal healthy 29 year old, because I'm not one.
Just a few weeks ago, a older friend of mine told me her doctor diagnosed her with osteopenia. She asked for my advice. Not because I have worse bones than she does, but because of my education and experience keeping older adults healthy and active. I told her this diagnosis isn't a life sentence, that she can slow or reverse the damage. I told her all the right things to do. I suggested to her what supplements to take, how to exercise, what to eat to get the maximum benefit. But am I doing any of these things for myself? No.
This is just ridiculous.
My Daddy called this afternoon to check on me and to see if I've gotten back any test results. I haven't. I appreciate that he calls, I really really do. I cherish the relationship I have with both he and my Mother. However, I hate the fact that he calls to see if I know why I have osteoporosis. It should be me making that phone call... to my 70 year old grandmother. Not Daddy calling his not quite 30 year old child. I hate to sound ungrateful. I'm so lucky to have parents who care about every detail of my health and life. I wouldn't trade them for anything. But it just sucks to get that phone call. It kind of put things in perspective this afternoon.
And I know this isn't that serious of a health issue. It's not like I'm dying or anything. I don't have some incurable disease that I have to suffer through. I just have bad bones. I can't have kids in the foreseeable future. I can't go do anything too physical, because I run the risk of breaking a hip. I can't act like a normal healthy 29 year old, because I'm not one.
Just a few weeks ago, a older friend of mine told me her doctor diagnosed her with osteopenia. She asked for my advice. Not because I have worse bones than she does, but because of my education and experience keeping older adults healthy and active. I told her this diagnosis isn't a life sentence, that she can slow or reverse the damage. I told her all the right things to do. I suggested to her what supplements to take, how to exercise, what to eat to get the maximum benefit. But am I doing any of these things for myself? No.
This is just ridiculous.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
When The Google Attacks.
#2 suggested several things that could be causing my osteoporosis. If your mind works like mine, you'll understand when I say I wish he hadn't told me those possible diseases/syndromes/deficiencies that could be the culprit for my shitty bones.
Me and The Google have found entirely too much information on the interwebs. Every time I look at another possible explanation, I have every one of the symptoms. Literally. Every. Single. Symptom. I even read some of them to The Hubs. Without me saying a word, his response was, "Holy shit. You have all those." And it's always the worst case scenario. Naturally.
I hate The Google sometimes. I can hardly wait for #2 to call with those test results. Until then, no more self-diagnosis. Promise.
Me and The Google have found entirely too much information on the interwebs. Every time I look at another possible explanation, I have every one of the symptoms. Literally. Every. Single. Symptom. I even read some of them to The Hubs. Without me saying a word, his response was, "Holy shit. You have all those." And it's always the worst case scenario. Naturally.
I hate The Google sometimes. I can hardly wait for #2 to call with those test results. Until then, no more self-diagnosis. Promise.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Bones be damned!
Damn it all. I've aged three years since July. Well, not all of me. Just my bones. They are now hovering around 87. Fun, huh?
I did see a new doctor today, one who took 9 vials of blood... I look like a drug addict right now. Both arms have track marks. But I'll forgive him. You see, Doctor #2 (to be referred to as #2 from here on out) actually offered reasons for the osteoporosis instead of just drugs to treat it.
So right now, I'm being tested for hyperparathyroidism, celiac disease, and various vitamin deficiencies. Even if this doctor doesn't diagnose me, he's already got the next person in mind. Apparently there's a hidden, reclusive doctor here in Little Rock who specializes in osteoporosis research. #2 said this other guy (we'll call him the 'spert...I'll explain later) would love to get his hands on me if all these tests today come back negative. So 'spert is lined up if #2 can't figure me out.
What started off as an extremely shitty day, has actually turned around.
I did see a new doctor today, one who took 9 vials of blood... I look like a drug addict right now. Both arms have track marks. But I'll forgive him. You see, Doctor #2 (to be referred to as #2 from here on out) actually offered reasons for the osteoporosis instead of just drugs to treat it.
So right now, I'm being tested for hyperparathyroidism, celiac disease, and various vitamin deficiencies. Even if this doctor doesn't diagnose me, he's already got the next person in mind. Apparently there's a hidden, reclusive doctor here in Little Rock who specializes in osteoporosis research. #2 said this other guy (we'll call him the 'spert...I'll explain later) would love to get his hands on me if all these tests today come back negative. So 'spert is lined up if #2 can't figure me out.
What started off as an extremely shitty day, has actually turned around.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Postponed.
Me and the 84 year old bones now have to wait til Monday to find out of if we're having a birthday or not. The blizzard of this week has caused a backlog at my doctor's office and I'm not a priority. Damn it. I guess actual 84 year olds with the flu are slightly more important than me...
So. Until Monday...
So. Until Monday...
Thursday, February 10, 2011
The Introduction
Howdy peeps. If you're a reader of my other blog, then you know I struggle with numerous health issues. I wanted to start this separate chronicle to document my (young) life with osteoporosis. I regularly break toes, but yesterday, after a slight sledding incident, I'm typing this with a broken finger. I feel like this blog will be more of a medical history chart than anything else. If I break it, you'll read about it. Exciting, huh?
For those who don't know me, I will warn you. I'm a sarcastic, Southern girl with a mouth like a sailor, who doesn't always follow proper sentence structure when writing, and who has a love affair with the comma and the word So. I will never mention my name or where I'm from, but I will tell you I currently live in Little Rock (which is about 500 miles away from any osteoporosis specialists).
So. Hello. My name is Little Miss Mushy Bones and I have osteoporosis. (Insert your collective AA-type welcome here.) I was diagnosed last year after a fairly routine bunionectomy was slightly more complicated than planned. While attempting to screw my bones back together, my doc realized my bones were too soft/brittle/thin to hold the screws in place. This prompted a bone density scan, which showed severe bone loss. On that fabulous ol' 2 to -5 scale, I'm a -4. Awesome right? My least favorite physician (out of about 6) bestowed my nickname upon me after the foot surgery. Little Miss Mushy Bones. She came thisclose to getting smacked... LMMB, my ass. I'll show her some mushy bones. In her face. Oh. And did I forget to mention? I also think violent thoughts when it comes to certain doctors. But I'm Southern and gawd knows I'll never actually do anything ill-mannered in public. But I'll talk behind her back as much as possible.
So anyway. Tomorrow will be my 6 month follow up scan and we'll see if my previously aged 84 year old bones have gotten younger...or older.
For those who don't know me, I will warn you. I'm a sarcastic, Southern girl with a mouth like a sailor, who doesn't always follow proper sentence structure when writing, and who has a love affair with the comma and the word So. I will never mention my name or where I'm from, but I will tell you I currently live in Little Rock (which is about 500 miles away from any osteoporosis specialists).
So. Hello. My name is Little Miss Mushy Bones and I have osteoporosis. (Insert your collective AA-type welcome here.) I was diagnosed last year after a fairly routine bunionectomy was slightly more complicated than planned. While attempting to screw my bones back together, my doc realized my bones were too soft/brittle/thin to hold the screws in place. This prompted a bone density scan, which showed severe bone loss. On that fabulous ol' 2 to -5 scale, I'm a -4. Awesome right? My least favorite physician (out of about 6) bestowed my nickname upon me after the foot surgery. Little Miss Mushy Bones. She came thisclose to getting smacked... LMMB, my ass. I'll show her some mushy bones. In her face. Oh. And did I forget to mention? I also think violent thoughts when it comes to certain doctors. But I'm Southern and gawd knows I'll never actually do anything ill-mannered in public. But I'll talk behind her back as much as possible.
So anyway. Tomorrow will be my 6 month follow up scan and we'll see if my previously aged 84 year old bones have gotten younger...or older.
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