Wow, aren't I feeling incredibly mixed. I went to the clinic today and they said my proclactin was way up. Which means that the tumor is growing. So I need a MRI. I also need to see a neurosurgeon and an endocrinologist. HOwever, my thyroid is ok. Which, is good because it was damaged. The Dr. I had wanted me to get the process done as soon as possible. He said if we were in the hospital and I had the coverage, he'd do it all right now. *pretty urgent then* Since I am getting free medical coverage from the county, there is buracratic tape stopping me. I need to get approval by some board. I'll know in a week.

He was a great Dr. He actually cared about how much crap I had to go through in order to get coverage. *or atleast it seemed like he cared* Plus, he said he'd personally try to get my process speeded up. In the meanwhile, he prescribed me my old pills and a testostorone shot.

After getting home, I could feel the effects already. I felt a rush of energy and anger. *great, the teen years all over* I ended up sleeping. After getting up, I decided to try to get the internet working.

I tried all kinds of stuff. I worked on various solutions from 9PM to 1 AM. Finally, after reinstalling windows and fixing the new problems associated with that, I had a stroke of genius. Its a long boring story, but lets just say I feel better. I thought I'd have to go to a tech. I swear, if its not one thing with this computer, its another.

As it is, I feel really mixed. I'm happy to be online and have an ok thyroid. I feel sad that surgery seems ineviable. I worry about having to recover. This time is a lil better because I have Michelle there for me. I dunno....... Its time to wait for the red tape to clear. Funny, its almost 3 years to the day I had surgery last time. *1 day off* Yet somehow I'm not laughing. Thanks for the comments.