Just wanted to put a quick note up here to explain my lack of posts since May. I’m suffering from some sort of extended illness that’s causing me massive, life-altering fatigue in the middle of a period in which there is much to be done at work. My apologies for my absence from this endeavor.
So far they’ve determined that I do not have mononucleosis, my blood sugar levels are fine, and there’s nothing amiss with my thyroid. I have an appointment with an endocrinologist on August 10th (happy birthday, Francesca!) and will be seeing a GP soon to do more evaluation.
The good news is that whatever it is, I seem to be slowly improving. I was unable to go to work much of the first week of June, and now I’m slogging through it, though it’s a struggle. I was having tingling in my hands and feet, and that seems to have abated. I was having daily fevers up to 99.1, and now they’re only up to 98.7 or so (an afternoon temp of 98.1 or 98.2 is normal for me – I tend to be in the mid-97s when I get up in the morning). The panic is mostly gone, though I’m still weepy from time to time. Don’t play any U2 song around me, or I Will Certainly Cry. My memory seems to have improved. I feel like I can breathe again most of the time. I still have a weird burning sensation in my right shin. I’m still exhausted when I get up in the morning. I walked half a mile yesterday and had to stop from tiredness – and this from someone who last month was walking 18 miles a week.
Additionally, I’ve been off the Pill for several weeks and off spironolactone for about a week and a half and my skin hasn’t gone haywire. It’s not perfect, but it’s certainly nowhere near the severely broken-out condition it was when I first went to the doctor about it in 2001.
The nurse practitioner I saw at my OB/GYN’s office listened attentively to the whole strange sequence of events and said, “You have a delicate biochemistry, don’t you?” That felt better than the reaction it seems like I usually get from doctors, which is a sort of silent “What a pain – this one’s totally psychosomatic” attitude. Believe me, I do not *enjoy* being the canary in the coalmine – if I could choose to be otherwise, I certainly would.
So the answer so far is no answers. I’ll let you know when I know more.