So guess what I just found out…

My stupid freaking endocrinologist is a fardling idiot!

Remember how he made me wean my baby?

Remember how he told me I had to be away from them for at least 48 hours?

FAT PACK OF LIES!

I stopped by the lactation clinic, to find out if there was any chance that I could go back to nursing Tink - she still tries to nurse, and I’m still making milk. The lactation consultant pulls out the big book ‘o medical knowledge, and looks up the various types of chemicals they give you for a thyroid uptake scan. Some of them had limits, like no nursing within 48 hours, others had no interdictions against nursing, and very few said that it required complete cessation of nursing.

Guess what?

The gave me isotope I123, which was so safe and stable that the kids didn’t need to go anywhere. I didn’t have to stop nursing AT ALL.

So poor Tink has been suffering with extremely painful constipation for NOTHING.

That stupid doctor has put my baby through stress and pain for noooooothing.

So after the lunch time is over, I am going back to my general practitioner and asking for a referral to a different endocrinologist. Maybe I’ll have to drive an hour or more, but at this point I think any doctor is better than this guy, who has freaked me out about possibly having cancer, or a brain tumor, and over exaggerating *everything* he’s said to me.

GRRRR.

So I get to attempt relactation, to see if I can help my poor little girl poop. I am so pissed that all the fear and nervousness of the last 3 months was for absolutely nothing, because this guy apparently doesn’t know crap.