"Anything else?" The doctor asked.
This was too easy. This new doctor wasn't even asking, was just doing everything she asked. And she sure wasn't caring about what medications she said she was previously on.
"Do you want to see a specialist?"
She did. Then she went to the Endocrinologist. The initial appointment was updating them on the last 10 years, the fatigue. They wanted to test her cortisol to see if maybe that was also a problem. She felt a little better after complaining for an hour, but she had a feeling this wasn't going to go anywhere.
First, she had to submit to more blood tests.
"I'm so sorry, I have tiny deep veins. I drank a lot of water to help, but I'm sorry."
The phlebotomist was an older southern lady, and reminded her of the Southern Grandma that she never got to know.
"Bless your heart child, you remind me of my daughter. She hated it when I practiced on her but your arm is exactly the same, don't you worry."
She did amazing, and she didn't even have a bruise. Not like the next time when she couldn't find her and ended up a bruise the size of a grapefruit
She didn't have another appointment until September, they adjusted her meds slightly. All that was left was those pesky "hopes and prayers" that were also supposed to fix everything else.
