Hello chaps! So, here I am having decided that what I need is a reverse T3 test as well as the adrenal test, to find out if CT3M is right for me and whether or not to go commando. As in no T4. So I had my telephone appointment with my GP - a self-confessed alpha female who did battle on my behalf with the knee surgeon and got me struck from his list! Way to go Louise! However, she is a little amenable to intelligent discussion - within the narrow strictures that poor GPs on around £2400 per week (PER WEEK!) are confined to (i.e. "no bloody NDT no how!! But I'll listen to an endo...")
So, with said amenability in mind, since I had lost the blood form the endo had given me for my next blood test ( ) - which is now due, I spoke to her on the phone. During the conversation I slipped in the parameters for a full iron panel (spoken verbatim from a crib sheet I'd created from the info generously given to me by Paul R) which I 'thought' the endo might want, as well as the free T4 and T3 - which I insisted he would want, and she rather surprisingly agreed.
Full of the joy of getting what I needed, I went to pick up the blood test form only to find she-doctor had written up solely for a thyroid function test and TSH! I was not happy. I spoke at length to a most pleasant and personable example of pond life who passed that day for a receptionist, explaining that the doctor herself had authorized a Free T4 and free T3 screen - blah blah, at which she told me to just write it on the form myself. I was a bit concerned about the frizz-factor from the steam escaping my lugs, but managed to explain in single-syllables that the lab won't accept this most dastardly of tests unless demanded by an endo; i.e. authorised by a member of the only member of the super-species of human beings worth listening to, apparently; namely a doctor .
Pondo made out that she was capable of writing a note to the GP, saying that she would give the doctor the note (tomorrow since poor doctor [on £2400 PER WEEK] was not in today), and that she will make sure I will have a new bloods form to pick up the next day. Rivitt. Rivitt. I duly went back the next day - and lo! The note had been duly amended; by some other amphibian that had scrawled "T4 and T3" on the original form, in handwriting reminiscent of a spider which had been dipped in ink and had then randomly staggered off across the page . It was not the writing of the superspecies, despite the similarly drunken hand, since this was just about legible. And anyway, it couldn't have been the poor, overworked GP (ON £2400 PER WEEK) since she had had a well-deserved day off yesterday….as she does every week. Ahh. Bless.
I wish, when I was angry with someone from whom I need something, I wouldn't speak with the whine of a jet engine winding up for take-off. I don't think it adds to my cred. However, at least the froglet before me perceived the agitation with which I reviewed the bloody form ... sorry, the bloods form ... and apologised, saying that she would get the doctor to see to it today. I explained again at length that these tests need to be seen to be authorised, lab won't do them if . . . blah bloody blah.
Cut to the chase, I got the form filled in with the fT4 and fT3 requests, mooned off to the path lab at the local hospital, swaying slightly in the breeze since I’d had no T3 for at least 32 hours, to be greeted by a bloodless phlebotomist with a face that looked like a sucked-out bitter lemon. Actually, that expression was warm compared to the one she assumed when I asked for her not to use the vacuum thing as it blows my veins, but a syringe and fine needle. You’d think I’d just shat out of my nose. She obliged, however, and only rammed the thing home three times, whence she drew enough for a bloody transplant. Sorry, blood transplant.
I got home feeling fuzzy but contented. Until the seed of a nagging doubt that had taken root suddenly shot up – shouldn't I have had a phial filled for my private test for rT3 at the same time? So I asked here on HU – and guess what? Yep!
I am still deflating two days later. It’s too late to have the rT3 – yes indeed folks, as y’all will know, it should have been done at the same time.
Explain that to a frog!