After spending way too much money at the OB, the ER, an endocrinologist and an ENT, I sort of maybe have a diagnosis.
For about two months I’ve felt like there was something in my throat. A chicken bone, perhaps, which resulted in a trip to the ER? A cyst on my thyroid, which resulted in a trip to the endocrinologist? A tumor in my throat, which resulted in the trip to the ENT?
All of this to find out that I likely have reflux. The very diagnosis that the OB gave me when I went in and had my labs and blood work done.
“I don’t have heartburn and there is no pain,” I explained to her.
So, I did what any other non-medically educated person did. I went on my way to getting another diagnosis. And spent way too much money.
Did I mention that I spent too much money?
So, now, I’m on a little purple pill everyday for a month to see if it helps. We’ll see.
When I called my mom and told her the sort of, maybe diagnosis. She said “well, that makes sense. Your daughter had it when she was little and so do I.” (Don’t even tell me why she didn’t mention this before..not that I would have listened.)