OH Come ON!

When Buttercup was about 3 months old, we had driven to my parents' for one of our many visits. I was in my sister's room getting ready for something and my mom came into talk to us. I lifted up my chin to apply mascara and my mom said, "What's wrong with your neck?" I had no idea what she was talking about. She said, " It looks like your thyroid is inflamed. You should have your doctor check it out." My thoughts instantly went to those women in Africa who have the grapefruit sized goiters hanging off their necks and I assumed that everyone could see it. My mom was just sensitive to it because it runs in our family and she went through a lot before the doctors and she figured out what was wrong with her.
When I got back to Eugene, I saw my doctor's PA. He said it could be all sorts of things, including thyroid cancer (way to scare a new mom- jerkweed). I had a blood test and a doctor called me that night with the results. She asked how old I was. I told her I had just turned 24. I hear this, "Huh..." and then, " well, I've never seen this before in someone your age, but your thyroid has completely shut down and we need to start you on replacement therapy." I figured that if I could fix it with a pill that had no side effects, it couldn't be the worst thing that had ever happened to me. Apparently, something like pregnancy or birth control pills affects the thyroids of the girls in my family.
So, in keeping with my nickname of the human pincushion, I have seen a doctor at least once a year for an exam and blood draw. One interesting side effect, after everything that has happened it me, the blood draw for my thyroid pushed me over the top into actual indifference to those kind of needles. I still hate (loathe) shots, but a blood draw or an IV no longer has me breaking down.
I had to call in for a refill of my medication and apparently the pharmacy had to call my doctor, which I am pretty sure I had more refills, but I have transferred the prescription several times to take advantage of the gift cards. The doctor's office called today and said the doctor had to see me. She wrote a script for one month but wanted to see me before I needed another refill. Are you freakin' kidding me? Does she not read my blog? (of course not, but you know..) They generally only test once a year, my pill hasn't changed in quite a while. And I know for a fact that it hasn't been a year since she tested me last. I can look on my blog, where less than 6 months ago, Fiona and I got our blood drawn together. I suppose it would've been one thing if she just wanted me to pick up another lab slip and head directly to the lab, but no...she wants me to make an appointment. In the last 3 months, I have had my annual pelvic/ pap smear, my kidney and liver function tested and even my guts looked at. I don't need to see her!! I had a mini- meltdown after I hung up the phone. She is no longer at the same location, so they don't have the same computer and can't easily check the records.
Let's just see how soon I get in to see her. I still have to get my moles removed and that's not happening any time soon. Don't even talk to me about the dentist. (still not okay about needles in my mouth.)