I went over to the hospital quite early this morning to pick up the collection container. They wanted to see the prescription first, which the doctor was supposed to have faxed Friday. Either they didn’t or the hospital misplaced it, they weren’t sure which. I had to wait about a half hour for that, since it took them 20 minutes just to get through to the doctor’s office. I got the blood work done today though so tomorrow I just have to register (again) and drop off the container.
I’ve been feeling anxious again about the results and the possiblity of pituitary surgery. Either surgery involves a stay in the hospital of 3 days usually, so that’s not fun. I’ve only had surgery as an outpatient before. I’m also anxious about the possibility of normal results. I just keep feeling sicker and sicker. I had about 4 days a week ago that I actually felt pretty good, but that was the first time in months that I had even felt remotely well. I’m now having bi-weekly or so migraines that last several days.
Work is getting so difficult. By the time I’m up and showered in the morning, I’m exhausted and ready to go back to bed. Sitting up for 8 hours just totally kills me. My body aches and I have *zero* energy. Joe’s been doing the grocery shopping lately because walking around the grocery store is too much now. Feeding the cats is almost too much activity for me lately. Then there’s the nausea too lately. I really feel (and am starting to look) pregnant (I’m not though). I have pretty much every symptom pregnant women have, plus about 50 more. Except that this isn’t going to go away in nine months and I’m not going to have a baby at the end (thank god). Someone at work actually asked Joe if I was pregnant last month. I was offended…till I looked in the mirror.
I’m still at -14 hours PTO or something. They don’t mind me working from home sometimes…but the thing is that I just can’t work, either there or here. I can’t focus and I can’t think and I can’t concentrate. I have maybe 15 min or so a day that I’m actually worth anything intellectually (in fact, I probably used up all of today’s (tomorrow’s?) writing this. So I’m getting very desperate. I can’t go on disability till I have a diagnosis…I just hope that’s soon.