Got my "why am I so freaking tired" lab tests back.
Dr. V: We test for leukemia, anemia. None of these.
Me: I am glad I do not have any emias.
Dr. V: No, no emias.
The thyroid test came back fine, because the last doctor I saw was an idiot. (Dr. V was out of town.) I mean, she saw me *once*, did *one* thyroid test, and just handed me a bottle of Synthroid? Um, no.
Why am I tired? Nobody knows! I'm not surprised. This is the third or fourth time in the past couple of years that I've gone to the doctor complaining of fatigue, and the third or fourth time that they've done a big workup of tests and not found anything and gone "huh".
Dr. V. thinks it might be a physical symptom of my depression, so he's switching me from Prozac to Cymbalta. Since I was concerned that the Prozac had stopped working, I'm definitely willing to give it a try.
If I'm not perky in four weeks, he wants to test me for Chronic Epstein-Barr.
Hey Ashley, would you like a bottle of Synthroid?