I went to the doctor’s office. The blood tests came back basically fine, although my blood sugar was a little bit low (not surprising considering I hadn’t eaten that day.)
He doesn’t want to send me to a neurologist unless I keep track of the headaches. I guess “I Have a headache pretty much all the time” doesn’t count. Cyn thinks I should get a new doctor.
I would much rather he have said “there are horrible things wrong with you,” and given something a name. I hate being told that I should be perfectly fine, and there’s no reason for me to be worried. I’m sorry, but I’m fucking sick of being told that it’s anxiety, it’s all in my head, it’s nothing to worry about. I would rather know it’s something, even something bad. At least then I would know what I’m dealing with, and I wouldn’t feel like such a complete idiot for wasting the doctor’s time or something.