Have I mentioned lately how much I hate having a beard? How much I hate sharing a profile with Humpty Dumpty? How little the phrase, "Pretty is as pretty does" means to so many people who really are physically beautiful?
I don't even feel pretty anymore. It doesn't matter how healthy I eat, or even if I exercise. Cushings Disease is hideous. They tried to fix me and it didn't work. The last MRI showed an empty sella, meaning the radiologist couldn't even see a pituitary gland where it should be. This tells my endocrinologist that I should be adrenal insufficient, but I'm not. I still produce at least twice the normal amount of cortisol, and they can't seem to stop it. I can't seem to convince them that I must have a spare pituitary somewhere under all this flab (did I mention I share a profile with Humpty Dumpty?) and they need to suck the fat out to find it.
Of course, the fact that my doctors can't seem to do anything to make me better means nothing to the hospital billing department. I just get to keep paying them as the doctors continue to "practice." What a crock. I've said before, in my "Rant to the Medical Community," it's a racket. They should have told me before my resources were all gone that I should go somewhere that deals with this disease more often than they do, which is pretty much never here in the heart of the midwest.
That's all about this for now. I don't feel very good. Although...
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE
Our tomatoes have been ripening nicely. We've picked several cherry tomatoes, about five Romas, and the Celebrities should start getting red soon. They will be particularly nice with cottage cheese or tuna salad. And today, I picked the first zucchini off the vine. It was delicious. And it didn't cost $1.69 a pound.
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