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I need to cry for a bit...feel free to ignore my rant...

I need a thyroid doctor who listens to me. I don't feel well, and it has gone on long enough. I've read about so many people who have found doctors who are willing to work with the patient to get the right combination of medications, lifestyle and supplement adjustments to get them well faster. I'm dealing with the same old thing that hasn't worked for decades. Prescribed a synthetic T4 for the fourth time now, and I'm just over this. Not one of the many doctors I have paid want to try anything different.

I've had several episodes of atrial fibrillation. My heart is fine. Numerous expensive and uncomfortable tests confirm that. One doc says it's thyroid disease fueled. Another says it's anxiety...and a third says it's allergy related. Because of this problem, no one will consider me for T3 replacement. Be patient...give it time, they say. It's been way over a year and I say I've been the lab rat for all of the so-called "tried and true" therapies and clearly they are NOT working. This is not fair.

I've had sensitivities to Levothyroxine three times now. I'm on a low dose of the brand name Synthroid to see if that will make a difference. I'm still sick. I want to exercise, but it makes me sick to do so. This makes me sad. I want be active! I have the will, but I cannot get physically ill because of my intolerance to exercise. (Another symptom of hypothyroidism.)

I eat only whole foods now. I drink only water and the occasional chamomile tea. I don't drink, quit smoking...I take whole food multi-vitamins. I've been doing this for awhile...and as I said earlier, I'm still sick.

I'm tired of reading websites about patients who have found an open minded doctor to help them heal. Frankly, in this large area that I live in, there isn't one within a hundred miles of me who will take my insurance. Those docs are way out of my price range. I'm jealous. If Mary Shomon is such the patient activist, come to MY area! Unless they're wealthy, our thyroid patients are suffering. And specialists are a dying breed.

I've read every book cover to cover and have tossed them out of frustration. I can stand up, be proactive, put my foot down, cry my eyes out to ALL of my docs and nothing. I feel like I'm branded as a complainer. I was good in the beginning, trust me. I came in with my symptoms and looked for help. I was given help...I've been given the same OLD help. After a year of my suffering and a year of the old-school thyroid treatment, you'd think someone would want to explore another avenue?

I want all of my money back.

I'm done crying now. Maybe venting here will help me find some newfound courage to continue to kick thyroid disease ass. I don't know.

Until next time,

Karen

JUST when you think you know your friends...

they spring THIS crap on ya:





There go the Christmas parties at Furline's house.


Until next time,
Karen

Oh good grief!

I have always been one of those people who screams about poor spelling. Since like, FOREVER! I was the best danged speller in high school! Misspelled words make me crazy! Unless I'm trying to write out a word 'redneck style', I make sure all my stuff is spelled good. (I didn't say nothin' 'bout no grammar, k?) Anyways, you should see how I cringe when I read one of the boss' emails. No lie! He types so fast and rarely spell checks...but what can I say? The man is the boss, right?

Anyway, I just looked at one of my recent social networking status updates. I can't believe myself: "Back on the air at Eagle after a uneventful week long vacation. I din't do SQUAT on my vakay! Boring! Good to be back!" Hrrrrrumph! "after a uneventful"...well, that should read an uneventful weeklong blah, blah, blah, and of course didn't is spelled wrong too. Don't say nothin' about vakay. I meant that one.

Anyway, I'm going to stop complaining about y'all's spelling....until I get over myself, k? K.

Leemee lone! :p

My "Top 5 Turkeys" of 2009

And by popular demand:

MY list of the "Top 5 Turkeys" of 2009.


#5 Will Ferrell: Land of the Lost. Need I say more?





#4 Jon & Kate (does NOT include the 8): Jon, for not being able to keep the "gun in the holster" and Kate for crying about it on all 181 channels I pay good money for!





#3 Octomom: Betting your older kids are embarrassed for you to come to PTA meetings.





#2 Richard Heene, Balloon Boy's dad: Seriously, dude. HOW LONG did you think you were going to get away with that hoax? I'm just glad your little boy turned you in before you wasted MORE tax payer dollars...AND rewarded with book deals and stuff that you CLEARLY don't deserve!





#1 Kanye: Not only did you ruin the night for Taylor, you also ruined it for Beyonce, people in the audience who looked forward to hearing from the winners, and scores of your very own fans who were embarrassed FOR you. Was it really worth the cost?







So, who are YOUR Top 5 Turkeys of 2009?

When to thaw the bird...

I posted a blurb about this on Facebook the other day. Truth is, everybody thaws they bird they own way. The simplest thing to do is just buy a fresh turkey and git r dun. HOWEVER, you rarely find those at 38 cents a pound, hence the thawing the rock solid thing and praying that you don't cut yourself on an iceberg while trying to scoop out the gizzards. I HATE that! I swear, every year I manage to get Gizzard Gash!

Nestle's site says to thaw the bird for 24 hours for each 5 lbs. of bird. Another site says 24 hours for every 4 lbs. I've got a 320 pound bird. (18 lbs after thawed). Since I cook mine the night before, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that 24 hours for every 4 or 5 pounds is a load of crap. I'm gonna clean my fridge tonight and put that thing in there and give it a WEEK to thaw.

Hopefully, I won't have any injuries to report this Thanksgiving. And if I do, may they be minimal.

Can I come to YOUR house next year? I have a better chance of surviving by bringing the green bean casserole.

Until next time,
Karen