Endocrinologist
Even though my day was not physically taxing in the least, I’m tired tonight. I met Anat, Knute and Karen for dinner in the Mission and I was nearly grumpy. Anat commented on my mood and I blamed it on being tired. I’m not sure what it was. Partially I think it was my thwarted desire to just go home and rest after my doctor’s appointment. Partially it was that I was tired - maybe more emotionally than physically. And I was hungry. We were meeting early, but Anat was hoping to get into the new hot restaurant so we waited for nearly an hour to discover that we were another hour or so out from a table. Fortunately we decided to hit another restaurant before Knute and I became bleached bones.
I should have been more celebratory - though once we had food in the bellies, I was much more sociable - today was my appointment with the endocrinologist and it went almost better than I hoped. The doctor had a good bedside manner. He was calm and patient, and explained everything really well. I do have a prolactinoma, right on the border between macro and micro-adenoma. He’s given me a prescription for a dopamine agonist, which will increase dopamine and decrease prolactin. So the plan is: I get a baseline hormone level, start the drugs, then check the hormones again in a month. If it does decrease, I’ll just continue on the meds for the rest of my life. In a year I’ll have another MRI to make sure the adenoma doesn’t grow. He figures seeing a neurosurgeon is premature, so I don’t even have to worry about brain surgery.
He also did a vaginal ultrasound to check out the internal workings. I was a bit surprised, not having prepared mentally to hit the stirrups, but ah well. Everything looks fine, though he did have a bit of trouble finding my left ovary. Apparently it was ‘hiding today’. My favorite line: “Yes, you have plenty of eggs. They’re just a little confused right now.” Confused eggs; I love it.
It might be a tumor, but it’s not the end of the world - not by a long shot.
Posted on January 13th, 2007 by Kat
Filed under: General
Hehehe! Sounds like a fun doctor. I’m sure there’s some fancy schmancy medical term for “confused” but I like that he used the easy somewhat humourous option.
And nice that it’s a comparitively easy fix. The surgery sounds… different. I’d hate to have a doc dig through the roof of my mouth to get at my brain. When I have a sore spot on a tooth or burned my mouth on pizza or something, I can’t stop prodding the spot with my tongue. Digging through the roof of the mouth would just be one big sore spot to tongue-poke, hehe! “I’m poking my brain!” That spot would never heal.