Since last night, my phone has been buzzing repeatedly as individual test results post to my portal. Each one notifies me twice, once by email and once in the app. The first couple waves of them were all "within normal limits" kinds of results. Stuff I knew would be fine, mostly.
The number of tests run was a bit overwhelming, but I'm happy the new rheumatologist is thorough. I was a little surprised that for all she talked up Sjogren's, the values for those antibodies were anticlimactic. Not zeroes, but not high enough to be strongly positive. Now, what you need to bear in mind is that in autoimmune diseases, unless you are in a flare, the components might not be present in your blood tests in measurable amounts. It doesn't mean you are cured or that you never had the thing. Bodies are weird.
One bonus was my anti-Smith antibodies. These are the gold standard indicators of lupus. I can't remember the unit of measurement used, but a positive result was anything over 1. Mine was 3.3. I would say solid yes. So for all that new doc said some version of "but is it lupus really," my blood came back with, "I said what I said."
I was still feeling run over today after yesterday's events, but I made myself go out just for the sake of being out. I bought the next shade lighter of strawberry blonde hair dye, so when I do my roots, it's my summer shade. I searched two stores for any kind of cut crystal suncatcher ball. After walking every aisle of @home, I found a singe candle holder on a clearance table. I'll take a picture of it tomorrow morning, once light is coming through the east window.
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