My doctor love has seriously faded. I met with the gastro today. Yes, I need the scope, blah, blah, blah. Losing 15 pounds or so would probably help, too. (Thanks. As if I didn't know that.) I may be within the small percentage of people for whom surgery is recommended because of the long-term effects of the acid reducers on my bone density. We'll just have to see what it looks like in there. And we can schedule the scope as soon as I'm ready and have pre-paid it (because I haven't met the deductible on my crappy insurance). Yay. SS gets her braces this week. I was so looking forward to writing another big check.
Not 15 minutes after I got back to my office, the new GP called with my lab results. No stomach-ulcer causing bacteria. But my cholesterol was high and my Vitamin D is low (and one of the only places to get Vitamin D is in milk and milk is full of cholesterol--WTF?) Doc is putting me on a prescription megadose of the D.
So I'm feeling like a fat ass whose problems would all be solved if I weren't such a fat ass. And then Girl Scout cookies came in today. Yes, I'm a fat ass with 150 boxes of cookies in my dining room. FML.