When it walks like a duck,
quacks like a duck,
and looks like a duck,
but your doctor tells you it’s not a duck,
you feel like a turkey.
Since late January, I’ve been feeling like crap. I’m exhausted. I haven’t been working out. I couldn’t run a full mile without stopping to pee in my poise pad. (and ran it in 11m 21s, which is slow for me) Food doesn’t taste right. It smells just fine, but it doesn’t taste like it’s supposed to in my mouth. And if I eat something even though it doesn’t taste right to me, it makes me feel sick. My brain is total moosh, and all I want to do is take naps. I’m behind on everything that has to do with brain power- blogging, working on my novel, remembering more than 50% of my list at the grocery store, even though the list is in my hand…
And then there’s this, which has popped up over the last month…
My waist measured 34.75 inches in January when I measured it last.
Today? 40.5 inches.
But my weight?
161.0 pounds. My lowest weight as an adult. EVER.
So I have spent the last 2 days at my doctor’s office, trying to figure out what it is. I will also tell you that I had 2 positive home pregnancy tests over the weekend, but the blood test at the doctor’s office was negative. So they don’t think I’m pregnant.
Today, I had blood work drawn (again. I’m running out of arms to stick) to test my thyroid and some additional hormones. I’m guessing they don’t find anything wrong with either test. I’m betting they both come up normal.
I’m telling you all of this for one reason.
YOU KNOW YOUR BODY BEST.
It is imperative that you listen to your body. No matter what how crazy it makes you sound- (ahem… “my tubes were tied in 2002, but I had 2 positive pregnancy tests and I think I’m pregnant,” to which people think “That girl is nuts.” But seriously, did you see the belly?), you need to be in charge of your own health care. If I find out tomorrow that the two things they tested for today are normal as I suspect they will be, I’m demanding an ultrasound.
Because they don’t KNOW my body like I do. I know what my limitations are. I know what my “normal” state is. This feeling of exhaustion, this ginormous belly, this aversion to all forms of food but bread and asparagus- those things are not normal for me.
I might be wrong about being pregnant. (perhaps it’s a tape worm of epic proportions?)
But something is going on with my body.
We just have to figure out what is happening.