So, my thyroid. Back at the end of last summer, among the bazillion tests Dr Expensive was gleefully ordering, my GP and I decided to recheck my thyroid, as the last test was taken in 2007.
So I got needled, as per, and then played telephone tennis with the nurse at the practice for a few weeks ending in a no-score draw, and then I forgot about it because Life. And then I saw my mother at New Year and the subject of her thyroiditis came up, and I thought oh! My thyroid! And I needed to refill my Metformin prescription anyway, so I asked the GP to just ‘fess up.
My thyroid, it is normal.
Seriously. TSH is 1.14 mu/L. Free T4 is 14.1 pmol/L. Given that reference ranges for ‘normal’ are respectively 0.4-5 and 10-23, this is very normal. Hell, the TSH is not only under 5, it’s under the magic 2 recommended for ladies attempting ensprogulation. So, dear internets, given that you’re cleverer than my doctors, is it worth having my thyroid antibodies tested, or is the fact TSH and T4 are perfectly fine finio fine fine?
Anyway, it sort of cheered me up.
And! H has found another doctor specialising in reproductive immunology, and has contacted him, and has made an appointment, and we’re going to see him on Thursday. For a 4th opinion! Which is not in the least bit weirding me out and making me sound neurotic as a bag of wet cats!
If he recommends medicated + Clomid DIY cycles ad infinitum, I will climb his freakin’ curtains and make him eat the pelmet.