Just got a call from the doc's office. Have been having some assorted problems over the last couple years, couldn't find out what's going on. Finally talked doc into doing an MRI of the ol' brain pan. Guess what. I've got a Pituitary Macroadenoma. That's the bad news. The good news is that they're not malignant, and that the particular type I have is very easily and very successfully treated with dopamine agonists. Except that I might have to be on said dopamine agonists for the rest of my life. And I'm only 33.
Damn.
So now I'm waiting to get a call back from the endocrinologist's office to figure out what's next. Hopefully they don't want to do a neuro consult too, because *that* means they're thinking they need to actually do, you know, BRAIN SURGERY first to get rid of the majority of the tumor.
Ok. that just scared the bejeebers outta me typing the word TUMOR in relation to MY BODY, and especially something so near to my friggin' brain.
Gee, is 0830 too early to pour a double portion of rum?