I went to the dr this afternoon, to ‘fess up about my bad-patient ways. I stopped taking my thyroid meds in October. Just stopped taking ‘em. No good reason that I can recall. Since then, I’ve gained weight, I’m always cold (even when it’s not 50 degrees indoors lol) and I’m just generally feeling icky and low. Oh, my dr was not happy with Miss Monique. He was even less happy with the 50 lbs I’ve gained since June. Srsly, how is that even possible? Anyway, I wanted to get off my happy pills but no dice. I left with a 90-day scrip for my wellbutrin and lexapro plus my bc pills, along with a new scrip for synthyroid. Le sigh.

I also talked to the dr about my weight. He first suggested this local program that does meal replacements. I’m not really down with that. We talked about things and he wrote me a referral to a surgeon that does the lap-band procedure. Weight loss is slower and less than with gastric-bypass but it’s less invasive and the band can be removed if I ever decide I want a little Miss Monique. I am going to a seminar Thursday evening about the different kinds of bariatric surgeries, then I’ll talk to my parents about it since I’ll probably need my mommy to come stay with me for a few days.

As penance, I had to have blood drawn … mind you, the doctor and I just talked about the weight I had gained. It was 1:30 in the afternoon. And in all seriousness, he asked me if I had eaten yet. WTF? OF COURSE I’VE EATEN! That must have just ruled out checking my cholesterol because the bastard nurse still drew 3 vials worth of blood. No, I should be nice, she was very good. She found the vein on the first try and it was just a little pinprick feeling.

I told the doctor that while I may think of myself still being in my 20s, I am 33, and not getting any younger, you know? My dad is very overweight and at age 63, he is limited as to what he can do and I don’t want that to be my life. I don’t even care about wearing a bikini … I want to be able to hike 10 miles if I want to and wear cute clothes. Basically, I want to have an outside that matches how I see myself, if that makes sense.

MM the dickless wonder never did e-mail me back … apparently he thought his clever Jedi mind trick of ignoring the e-mail would work on me. Why, I don’t know. I don’t think I come across as someone who will tolerate shit like that. If he had manned up, admitted he was an ass and apologized, that would be one thing. But ignoring the past four days? Whatev!