Good news:
I'm all for signs, to the point of being superstitious, and if the mustachioed man was a sign for the good, I took the huge puddle of ketchup to be for the bad. See yesterday was my test results day, and as I entered the bus stop of the place I needed to wait for the bus that would take me to the doctors, I had to side step a huge puddle of ketchup. It was and inexplicable large puddle - larger than any puddle of ketchup that could have come from any normal sized bottle of ketchup. I stared at the puddle the entire time I was waiting for my bus, trying to make sense of it. It looked a lot like blood, but was clearly ketchup. I took it as an ominous sign, and, as I was basically terrified to go to the doctors, everything was a "bad sign" to me yesterday. It was so much ketchup.
Anyway, the hour bus ride to the doctors felt even longer than an hour bus ride normally does, I got there, the lobby was full, I waited, I went in, the doctor came, the test results were reviewed. No cancer, no diabetes, no liver problems... it went on like that. Basically, my doctor was unable to find anything specific wrong with me other than the pre-existing autoimmune problem that I've had for 10 years, and his test results confirmed that this condition is getting better, not worse. The only test that came back out of the normal was one that detects non-specific inflammation. He's going to retest this in a month to see if it's still elevated, and if so, we can try to figure out what's causing it.
I staggered out of the doctor's office in a daze. I'd basically convinced myself I was dying. My maternal grandmother died when she was 6 years older than I am now of health complications related to problems with her liver, and I've had an uncle on each side die at my age - one of cancer and another of unexplained circumstances. I was sleeping up to 18 hours a day, and had almost no ability to function due to total exhaustion. It actually took me several hours to realize I'd gotten good news, since I had spent over a week prepairing for bad news.
What my exhaustion basically boils down to is that my hormones are out of wack because my body's started to produce more hormone on it's own (my thyroid gland is getting stronger, which stimulates the Adrenal gland) while I've been taking synthetic hormones that are actually too high, which caused my body (heart rate and overall immune functioning) to go into overdrive to the point where I was worn to physical exhaustion - hence why I felt so good, and then so suddenly ill - I had an adrenalin high until I basically crashed. I'm sick because I was over medicated. So I'm on a lower dose of medication now, and the adjustment should hopefully balance things out in three weeks, and I'll go back in in about a month to test my blood again.
Yay!
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