Vampire Doctor Strikes Again

   Every six months I have to go see the Vampire Doctor.  No he doesn't look like Edward Cullen.  It is because he takes my blood.  Every appointment down to the lab where they take a minimal of three vials of my blood.  My record is eight.  (This isn't a big record compared to my sister.  She had a pik line put in several times so she wins the blood draw record. Not that this a record anyone wants to beat.)  
    I arrived ten minutes late, mainly because I thought taking State Street would be quicker.  Nope didn't realize how bad the construction was.  Most time I am early and then I sit around for a half an hour waiting.  This time the new receptionist couldn't figure how to add my insurance card to the system.  Mainly because she didn't have the scanner on.  She kept writing herself notes in a messier handwriting then the doctors.  So as I stood waiting for her to figure it all out.  I noticed a huge bag of candy just sitting on the desk in full view of everyone.  Why is this so interesting?  I see a endrocrologist.  The majority of his patients are diabetic.  I felt bad for the new receptionist that I didn't mentioned to her that probably not the best thing to have on the counter.  I felt sorry for her even when she handed me my receipt in where I became Alice Loser.  
    My regular doctor no longer works there so I was seeing a different guy.  I have seen this guy before so it wasn't a big deal.  I actually like him better.  (He listens and doesn't look at me like I am crazy)  He told me my labs were great.  He did the normal exam and told me I could lower my meds because my labs were so great.  Off to get my blood drawn. If the receptionist could figure out how to find my lab orders.  While standing around some guy started hitting on me.  (He thought I was single cause my ring was sitting on the sink ledge from doing dishes) 
   The rule is if I don't hear from my doctor there is nothing wrong with my latest labs.  I have only called me once in the four years of being seen.  So I put no thought to hearing from him.  Till Saturday when I was preparing dinner.  I received a call from my pharmacy till me that my new med won't be ready till Monday.  WHAT?  What new med?  The lady on the phone told me I was being prescribed sytharoid.  What is that for?  Something was wrong with my thyroid.  The med is for hypothyroidism. 
   Of course I spent all weekend panicking.  You see I have PCOS.  It is a disease that 1 in 20 women have.  It causes all sorts of issues.  Main ones inability to lose weight, infertility, and miscarriages. Along with a bunch of other fun things.  To add to it I have hypoglycemia, and anemia.  The first thing I read is you can't take iron with this new med.  And hypothyroidism cause all the things PCOS causes.  Dumb me I started reading blogs of several women who had both conditions and how having children was kinda out the window.  I just wanted to hide and cry.  I already have issues getting pregnant and staying that way.  A new trial to my already trial filled life.  
   Monday I swear I called my doctor's office more then a dozen times.  Leaving so many messages and no answers.  So we went to pick up the med. The pharmacist asked me if I have ever taken this med.  When I told him no.  He told me not to take it since it was triple the starting dose.  200mg.  Normally they start at 25mg.  So once again I called and called.  Finally the nurse called me back and told me they never ordered me this med.  And of course they blamed the pharmacy.  But the pharmacy had the new doctor's name.  She told me I don't have hypothyroidism.  And not to take the meds.  
    It is so funny how you can be faced with a trial and then after lots of prayers and prayer roll the trial can be taken away.