Your Thywhipping Bitch, I Am Not
I’m only 23, Dear Thyroid, why now?
Our relationship began unexpectedly, and similar to other people’s stories, I got fat. And, also, like others, I was not eating everything in sight. In fact, my dear, I was barely eating; much to the dismay of my Dietitian-intern-boyfriend. Said Dietitian boyfriend has been the only one who has kept me positive, as my cute 120 pound frame escalated to 170 pounds, (it hurts to write that) in two and a half years. So, thanks for that, Dearest Thyroid. At least I know he loves me for the right reasons and not because I was cute.
I also have to thank my old doctor, who, you see, gave me 4 blood tests over 4 years and each year, our TSH grew: 1.5 in 2004, 2.1, 2.7, 3.5 and 4.25 in 2008. This doctor never bothered to see me. In , fact, he pushed his Physician’s Assistant on me and gave me a plethora of pills: Anti-depressants (Cymbalta and then Zoloft), Anti-anxiety (Xanax) and Anti-narcolepsy pills (ProVigil). Through those years, neither the doctor nor the, PA told me that our TSH was, rising and that I was not normal. In fact, Thyroid, they told us that, we were absolutely normal.
In the meantime, my hair was getting coarse and falling out by handfuls (especially in the shower and clogging the drain every time I showered), my fingers got puffy, my face, so bloated that as my mom noted recently, that she could barely see my eyes, and Thyroid, you know what beautiful blue grey eyes I have, why hide those?! My skin got so dry that if I didn’t put lotion on after every single shower it started peeling and my moods were ridiculous. My periods? Horrific. And, I was on birth control, that’s supposed to control, right?,
Well, loving Thyroid, no; it was all you, girlfriend.
Finally, a new doctor told me, after doing a bunch of blood work, and two ultrasounds, and finding a polyp on my gallbladder, and that the fibroid on my uterus grew, that my TSH was “upper normalÃ¢â‚¬ and my FT4 was low, and said that my new endocrinologist would be able to “shed more light on it…
Of course, my visit with the endo was horrific. , He tried to put me on Phentermine so I could lose weight, as the symptoms of hypothyroid are so general that they don’t matter. Nice, right?, Then, he had the nerve to tell me that my food diary was a lie and that I must be cheating when dietitian-boyfriend isn’t around. I dropped his ass.
I found a good doctor, loving Thyroid, that believed me and put me on Armour. It’s been a little over a month and I feel a bit better. I haven’t lost any weight yet, not really. But, the doc says that will take time. I’m also on iodine because he says I have an iodine deficiency. That makes sense too, Thyroid. Just so you know, I’m beginning a new chapter, hopefully with less of you in it.
I’m not particularly pleased this week though, Dearest Thyroid, because, you see, I haven’t gotten my period. Doc says it’s too early to be from the Armour, but I secretly think you’re trying to take my life away again. Were you the one who caused the fibroid on my uterus?, Oh, and, Thyroid, don’t think you can blame this on my birth control because I stopped taking that months ago. I know you’re playing games with me, and I’m not about to put up with it!
Dear Thyroid, it’s time for me to end this letter to you. I want you to know that, even though you haven’t been a true life partner to me, I still love you.
Love always and forever (unless someday I have to get you removed),
P.S. Now that dietitian boyfriend is living in Louisiana, and I’m trying to lose weight, can you please help me out here? I want to surprise him. He’s stuck it out with me for nearly five years now, and through this mess, I just want to be happy again.
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