What Were You Thyxpecting
Every day, we meet people along the way, who smile and ask “How are you?” Then, they walk away before even listening to your answer. They don’t really want to know? They don’t care to know? Or, maybe they care, but they are afraid of what you’ll say, and they won’t have an answer or be able to fix you. Or, you don’t want to say how you really feel, so you just reply “Okay”.
Then, there are the people who genuinely look you in the eye, ask how you are, and wait patiently while you try to come up with an answer, an honest and truthful answer, because that IS what they want to hear, no matter what you have to say. Today, someone did just that, and it was a virtual look in the eye, but I know that this person is patiently waiting and does care what I have to say, and does care about how I am feeling, no matter how shitty or great I am at that very moment. This is how I answer the question today…
Let’s say I am doing more up and downs than a whore on a guy with a four hour Viagra hard on problem.
The day starts out well and goes downhill. Some days are visa versa. I went to see the physical therapist for my foot last Friday. She really is a ‘Dear’. I use that term loosely. Not only do I have problems with what is turning from plantar fasciitis to plantar faciotis, but apparently my back is involved. Hmmm, we discussed the hypoT, the weight gain, and depression no less.
According to ‘Dear’, “Did you know that if you saved 500 calories a day, that you could save 3500 calories a week, and my goodness that would be a pound lost” (Please insert index finger in dimple in cheek and turn.)
Now, what I would like to tell ‘Dear’ is to take that finger next and shove it up her ass. What kind of therapy would that be?, Insert, sit and twirl, repeat as needed (at least as much as I need her to).
Okay. I need to try and be pleasant. She is trying to help. I have so much fluid in my, legs and my feet are swollen enough, so that if I poke my finger tips in, I can draw a smiley face that lasts a half hour. Yes, I tried that. I will try anything once.
Once I had dermographia, I could just barely touch my skin and immediately hives would form in whatever, pattern, I traced lightly on my skin. It lasted for several weeks. I went to the doctor and saw an assistant, who’s answer to the problem when, I showed her was, “Well, don’t do that!”
Omigawd! I am still chuckling over that one. At least something will make me, laugh. Look up dermographia and guess what, thyroid, and voila, they even go together. What the hell?!
Why does no one seem to know these things?!, To be fair, some doctors DO like patients to advocate for themselves, but I haven’t found any close by yet. I am scheduled, for my first visit to see an endocrinologist, and I have to say that reading some things about how even endos can be non-supportive has, me a little anxious, but I am determined to give this person a chance. I stumbled upon her and she was put in my path more than once, so I am banking on it happening for a reason.
Recently, there was a question on DearThyroid on Facebook about what we are doing to help ourselves to, wellness. Writing these letters has been the best thing that I have done for myself in a long time. Just getting out the crap does lift heavy weights off my shoulders. There are other weights trying to jump on, but its better.
So, unlike my thyroid, which has turned a deaf ear, and doesn’t apparently care how I’m feeling, I’ll talk to you. , I’ll keep you posted. Know why? Because you asked me how I’m feeling, and I know that you will wait for the answer, because you care.
A Thyfull Sistah,
(Bio) Today, Kathy, Taylor is a 54 year old woman, who, is emerging from being buried under a mountain of smoke, debris and falling rocks aka thyroid avalanche. , Her super hero outfit is her polka dotted boots and her colorful raincoat, cuz she is on her way to, feeling, stronger and happier.