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Blood work is not good again. Prolactin level is up. Thyroid levels are also high. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Headaches have not been fun either.

With my MRI this coming Sunday, the tumor will either be smaller or larger. My neuro surgeon will make a quick $240 to tell me this. With another quart of my blood to be taken Monday morning… I guess my fate will be decided by my endocrinologist.

I just don’t get it. I take my exceedingly high doses of medication RELIGIOUSLY, whether I want to or not. I work out at 5:30am daily, whether I feel like shit or not. (Only because everything I’ve read, stresses to try and maintain some form of exercise to increase oxygen into your blood). I put in an honest day’s work, regardless of the fact I may have to take a nap in the afternoon, because I feel like CRAP.

I don’t like being sick. I don’t like being sick. I don’t like being sick.

Smile?