I know it’s not your fault, it’s just a mysterious occurrence that we can do nothing about. I don’t want to blame Mom, either. She’s gone through a lot, being hyper when she was younger and now, after having two kids, becoming hypo. It’s just generally not fair, mostly because we have nobody to blame.
But really, you haven’t caused me that much trouble. Sure, I’m popping pills on a daily basis, but lots of people are doing that. It was definitely worse when I was taking PTU – five disgusting tasting pills twice a day – that was hell. But you’ve still caused me trouble. Mom said I was moodier. My periods have been more out of whack than ever. I just remember before I was diagnosed, super bowl Sunday 2006, when, after waiting for six weeks, I had my period for twenty minutes and the blood just flushed right out of me while I was in the bathroom. It was horrific.
I guess I’m a special case. What makes me feel the worst is the shape my body has taken because of you. Everyone I talked to, said that hyperthyroidism increases your metabolism and makes you skinnier. How I wish it had been true for me, instead, I maintained a pudgy shape around the middle and could not lose weight, no matter what. Sure, my weight has fluctuated, but when it comes down to it, my weight has just been increasing.
It makes me uncomfortable. Scarves are my best friend because they hide you from the public eye, which probably isn’t even truly looking at you. I just don’t know how to feel about you, and I don’t know if you’ll ever let me be normal again.
I think that this blog, Hyperthyroidlicious might help me out, just get my ideas out there, but I really don’t know. I can never tell if anyone is even listening to me.
Well, here’s to a good year. Let’s hope that you get better, which will, in turn, make me better.
Your Friend, More-or-Less,