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.
