Eighteen days post-op.
Thanks, fellas.
I fielded a question a while back via private message that I thought might be good to include in my diary.
Somebody asked me if I saw an endocrinologist before I had surgery, and while my answer was no, I should have added that I had my hormones tested (and freaking everything else) five years ago, when I had a bizarre health scare. I started to get discoid rashes on my arms and other rashes on my body, and I had some joint pain and swelling, so I went to the doctor for it. After some blood tests, I tested positive for having elevated antinuclear antibodies (ANA) in my blood, which pretty much indicates a real problem of some kind, most likely an auto-immune problem. Because those are three syptoms of lupis, and you can be diagnosed with that nasty disease if you have four of the known symptoms, I was obviously scared as hell. But I only had three. Then the games began.
The doctors could not figure out what the hell the problem was, so they just kept taking blood. Over and over. I was tested for everything, including my hormones. (Obviously the point here, but I may as well finish my story.) They were hoping to find the right doctor to refer me to to get me fixed up. Everything except my antinuclear antibodies came back normal. Meanwhile, I itched, itched, itched. It was horrible, and I kept waiting for the dreaded fourth symptom to come along. Sometimes my mind would play tricks on me, even. Add to it the fact that we were expecting our first child, and I was an emotional wreck.
By the time I went to my third doctor, this time an allergist (the second I'd seen), we were going over my records and she suddenly said, "Oh, I see "XXXXX" was the lab where your blood has been sent. They're well known for returning false positives when they test ANA. Let's take some blood and send it to a different lab."
A week or so later I got a call and was told that my ANA levels were completely normal. Soon my itching stopped, my joints got back to normal, and I moved on with life. I've been fine ever since. I hope it was a one-time deal, which is often the case with mystery hive cases.
So, in short, no endocrinologist, but my hormones are normal. And, thank god, so are my antinuclear antibodies.
And now my chest, too!