Doctor visit

Sometimes there's nothing more revealing to myself than having an unexpected breakdown in the Dr.'s office.  For most of my adult life I have put on a smily happy face for doctor visits because it was my best defense to constantly hearing that the diagnosis for WHATEVER I was being seen for was that I was overweight.

The happy face was nowhere to be found today.  The doc came in and I told him...I promise not to try to self-diagnose myself today (which I have also gotten into the habit of doing because of afore mentioned reasons) and that I was just going to tell him what was wrong and let him be the doctor.    It is a very difficult thing for me to do that.  He started to scold me about not having my lab work done since the last visit (long story about how Darnall confuses me) and out of nowhere I started crying and couldn't stop.  No surprise to me there, I've been crying for the last 2 days, so I kind of expected it.  Poor doc didn't though lol.

I do like my doctor.  He's a nice enough guy and wants to help me.  So my prescription of Zoloft was increased yet another 50mg...I had by blood drawn to test my thyroid...and I have an appointment to see the nutritionist on Friday.  I'm already completely skeptical about that because I have a history with Army nutritionists not knowing how to help someone with pcos.

So for now, we're waiting for test results, upping our meds and going from there.  He's giving me a month and if I'm still having the hunger/eating issues I have and the zoloft isn't cutting it we'll be looking into weight loss surgery and different medication.

I'm just blah about everything for now....I'm tired, in a ton of pain, and missing my husband something awful.