There is no way I have rickets

Two posts in one day. I know. No-one can live at this speed. And yet.

But I’m hopping mad at my former endocrinologist so I thought I’d rant about this here as well as everywhere else. Basically I fired her a few months ago because she was a creepy so & so who liked making comments about people’s weight and I was kind of scared of her. After I left, her former receptionist told me that she was also an unscrupulous toad who double charged various patients according to their ethnicity, and failed to diagnose other–very sick–patients until they finally moved elsewhere.

Apart from my personal dislike of her I thought she was at least a competent endocrinologist, but as it turns out she failed to diagnose me with a severe vit D deficiency. In fact she failed to bother testing for it at all, despite my complaints of swollen joints and muscle pains and so forth. Despite vitamin D problems being incredibly fucking common in people like me. Despite me already having calcium and iron issues. Now my vitamin D is so low it’s at levels associated with rickets in children and osteomalacia in adults. (I also appear to have secondary hyperparathyroidism as a result of this – not sure yet as I need to speak to the new doctor.)

I doubt it’s the cause of all my ailments but it would be nice if it had been detected and treated, oh, several years ago maybe? Then everything else might be a bit more bearable.

What a useless fucking woman.

In other news, it looks like I’ll be getting a thyroidectomy sometime this year. The new endocrinologist thinks it’s a better option for me than RAI as it doesn’t involve as much faffing about with dosages afterwards, and I’m inclined to agree. Also I don’t want to risk going popeyed. I’ll be talking to my GP about possible surgeons on Thursday and am contemplating getting the operation done around October or thereabouts. Being on levothyroxine will probably be a lot easier on the body than being on PTU, so.

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