So Dr. P sent me to an endocrinologist to try to get to the bottom of the anorexia (symptom, not disorder). Endo says I don’t have any friends to eat with that’s why I don’t have an appetite. I think there’s some social psych evidence that people eat more in groups. That’s fine. How many years have I lived and eaten alone. No problems. I’ve never had a huge group of friends to eat with, even at home. No problems eating.
Plus, let’s not forget the taste perversion. That egg ended up leaving the most horrible bitter taste in my mouth.
Endo felt I was also dehydrated. Fair enough. But he’s also doing some thyroid blood work. I have to go back tomorrow. I’ll probably get stuck again. I swear this whole fibro, eating, depression thing is going to leave my arms looking like a junkie. I’m easy enough to do a blood draw on. My IVs are totally different stories.
So I’m chilling as best one can on a rock hard bed, but one the line between awake and asleep. They wanted a glucose stick. The nurse scared the hell out of me. Nobody came running with insulin or glucose so I assume it was within normal range. On a side note, the inject room closed at five. So I had to spend the rest of the IV time in the ER. I actually fell asleep. Woke up about 8 by a poor little girl getting an IV started. She was not happy about the whole thing. And that ER was dead. Apparently people don’t use ERs. Well that and there are no guns, so I assume that cuts down on ER usage.
So I’ll update tomorrow and see where I go from here