I think I'm now employed. That's what happens after the interviewer says to you "I just have to call a few of your references and check out a few things but next week, I'm going to call you. There are a bunch of college kids coming to work for me so I have to take a look at the schedule to see what's open. Thank you for coming in."Wha?
At my 8:30 endocrinologist appointment, I met my french doctor whose voice sounds eerily like Stephen Rea when he was in Interview with the Vampire and Crime of the Century. He calmed my fears of my high prolactin level and finally gave me a diagnosis of early Hyperprolactinemia with unknown source. There's the possibility that I might have a tiny (very fucking tiny) BENIGN prolactinomas (tumors) on the base of my pituitary gland that need to be told to stop using the prolactin to make my body think I've just had kids.
Confusing enough for you? Worried about me and my health? Don't be. This doctor told me that I'm the healthiest sick person he's seen for a few weeks cause where my level is 46.2, his usual patients have a prolactin level of 2500. So I think I have a ways to go before I get really worried. I got a strand of bloodtests today and and next week he's calling me to set up an MRI of my pituitary gland to see what's going on there. I will then likely be put on medication to regulate the prolactin levels.
So today was a good day. I must now go and eat.
