Back from the scan and ultrasound. The scan was pretty consistent with what we saw yesterday. The ultrasound was just about the most fun thing I've done in years, of course. The tech poked around and said, "It looks kind of nodular," and I don't really know what that means, but she quickly ultrasounded herself (it was pretty funny) to show me the difference between mine and hers. Hers was all nice and smooth-looking and mine looked like a bunch of pebbles. I then went to the GI, who looked at the test results and said, "Woah, when you start talking about T4 and T3, I get lost...better talk to the endocrinologist." He said he didn't want to do anything else with my guts until I get my thyroid taken care of.
It was interesting, actually - we looked at my previous thyroid test records, and the first one was 1.1, the second 0.7, the third even lower...so it looks like over the past couple of years I have been developing this. Which would make sense.
He also said that the day I had diarrhea 50 times recently was actually probably a thyroid storm, which is a kind of thyroid crisis that can actually be fatal in many cases. LOVELY.
Anyway, it's the weekend, which means no more tests/doctors/B.S. until next week! Tonight Adam and I are headed up north to do some winter camping (in a public use cabin with no electricity/heat/water, just a wood stove, which makes things toasty enough). For SURE I am bringing my fabulous purple pill box that contains the following: Advil, Tums, Atenolol, Vicodin, Bentyl, and Ambien. Ambien is a very good friend these days to help with my sleeplessness, I just hesitate to take it every day, which is why I was up until 2:30 a.m. last night!