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Yesterday I probably should have just stayed in bed.
After doing a few minor chores, I didn't have anything urgent to do, so I decided to run to a 3-horse town, (about 20 miles away, and much larger than the little 1-horse towns that are much closer), and get some supples. While I was there, I went by a clinic, to cancel an appointment for Dec. 15th, to see a doctor that I had "tested" in early June, (he failed the test), and I wanted to visit my aunt, who was in a room at the hospital there, recovering from a broken hip, (she broke the other side a couple of years ago, so now she has a matched set). She was ready to take her morning walk, so we talked while making the rounds in the fourth floor ward. (She was using a walker, of course, so I was able to keep up without gettin' winded). 
Considering that she needed a blood transfusion yesterday, to get her red count up, she was looking pretty good.Incidentally, that little hospital is really laid back. You don't see people scrambling madly up and down the hallways, the way you do in the big hospital, a few blocks away. You can't meet someone anywhere in the hospital, without smiling and exchanging greetings. I had high hopes for that place, but unfortunately, the doctor I wanted, wasn't accepting patients, and the one I settled for, didn't have the foggiest idea how to properly treat hypothyroidism. Well, let me qualify that - he obviously felt quite confident about his ability to treat thyroid issues, but since I disagreed, after listening to his recommendations, (he had no recommendations - the labs looked great to him), I decided to exercise my veto power, and move on along. Call me old fashioned, but in my opinion, when a patients symptoms are not resolved by the current treatment, (regardless of what the labs show), that does not constitute a satisfactory Dr. - patient relationship, and I see no reason why I should continue to pad his bank account, just because he's happy with some numbers on a sheet of lab results.
To the hospital's credit, I hadn't been home for quite three hours, before a lady in Internal Medicine, (the department where the doc that I'm discussing here, hangs his hat), called, wanting to know if there is anything that they should be aware of, or anything that they should change, in that department. Since the doc was just doing what probably 99% of doctors do to treat hypothyroidism, I saw no reason to criticize him, so I didn't. Believe it or not, I had to argue with her for a while, to convince her that he didn't do anything wrong, and leaving was simply my choice, because I had found another doctor that was willing to "think out of the box", and try something different, that's probably no longer taught in med school, (IOW, actually paying attention to a patient's symptoms - I didn't tell her that, though).
I really believe that's a great little hospital and clinic, and I just happened to draw a doctor with whom I didn't exactly see eye-to-eye. I think that he perceived me as someone who prefers to have a significant say so in their treatment, and when he asked me to describe my thoughts about my issues, and I started spurting out stuff that he may have never heard from a patient before, (such as controlling MC with diet alone, and connecting it with the leaky gut syndrome, and treating hypothyroidism by observing a patient's symptoms, etc.), he probably decided I was a kook, (or maybe he felt intimidated), and so he clammed up. In general, though, in that hospital and clinic, the patient is King, (or Queen), depending on gender. LOL.
Anyway, when I left the hospital, I went by the HFS, to pick up the donuts that I posted about in another forum, here, and then I went to Wally-World, to get a bunch of assorted supplies.
After spending most of the afternoon working, (mostly stacking bags of corn on pallets), I noticed that I was feeling a lot of aches and pains, and there was a little D - nothing really serious, though. By bedtime, (after midnight), I was feeling a little worse, with a bit of fever, mixed with chills. Still, I managed to get to sleep, eventually, and I slept pretty good. I woke up a little earlier than usual, though, feeling as though I might have been hit by a truck, complete with mental confusion, brain fog, etc.
It was a familiar feeling, but I didn't have any D, (no BM at all), and I wasn't nauseated, though my tummy didn't exactly feel great, because of all the bloating. I drug around most of the day, (okay, dragged), unable to do much, due to a severe shortage of energy and strength, and mild fever, aches and pains. I really don't think that any gluten got me, (surely I would have serious D, if that were the case, and none of the food that I ate was outside of my normal routine). I thought for a while that I may have West Nile Fever, (the intermediate stage of the disease), because the 'skeeters have really been rough lately, and late August to early September is the prime time for catching the disease, according to the experts. The confusion, brain fog, etc., could not apply to West Nile Fever, however. To have those symptoms, would imply that I had to have the most severe form of the disease, which involves either encephalitis, or meningitis, and surely I couldn't be that unlucky.
Sooooooooooo, apparently some sucker slipped me the flu, and I don't have the foggiest idea who it might have been, due to all that public contact. <sigh> This old country boy is not used to that much public contact, at least not these days. It was only about a month or so ago that I had some kind of summer cold. What's going on here? I never get summer colds, let alone the flu. Something out of the ordinary is going on - a lot of others have been sick this summer. I wonder if it could be somehow related to the bird flu issue. The media has forgotten about it by now, but it's still out there, stewing and developing, every day.
Did anyone happen to notice the truck that hit me, and if so, did you get the license number? LOL. It's probably going to be a long night. <sigh>
Tex
Sorry you got nailed...rest up, so your ready for whatever Ike is going to throw at you...
Hope your feeling better Tex:
