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Thy Good, Thy Bad And Thy Ugly
Dear Thyroid,
I can’t remember when my relationship with you started to strain, but I can guess that is the way you would prefer it. I do remember not feeling like myself for awhile, like I, had won the symptoms lottery – but it was missing some zeros. So, I called on my good friend Google to find answers.
I followed my good friend Google’s instructions and went to my doctor with printouts and examples of all the symptoms I had. I got the same old song-and-dance as everyone else about how depressed I was and received a little piece of paper containing illegible handwritings for prescriptions to: “Get a Hobby and some anti-depression medication”.
I went home and immediately spent the next few hours crying and yelling about how depressed I wasn’t. I was so upset and frustrated, I threw my anti-depression meds in the trash. If I wasn’t depressed before – I was now.
I thought to myself, “I will show you, Dr. Anti-Depression Meds!” And promptly did what you, thyroid, wanted -NOTHING. I continued to get tired, gain weight and wished whatever was ailing me would correct itself and make me well. Because the doctor DID say it wasn’t my thyroid. Sigh.
Then I joined a boot camp at the gym (don’t laugh!). I needed to lose this weight somehow right? Well, after about 2 weeks of getting up at 5:00 AM and running in circles around the gym – you, thyroid, had finally had enough. I remember pushing myself to continue to run around the gym, but I simply couldn’t do it. I stopped, it was like I hit a brick wall. Thyroid you simply said “I can’t go anymore. I remember hearing my heart beating so loudly that I am sure all the others heard it, too. It was then that, I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t continue to live this way. I needed to see someone that could really help me. And I did – 1 GP, 3 Endo’s and a Holistic Doctor. Now, if you, thyroid will kindly step out of the way – I have some healing to do!
(Bio) Jody Turek, diagnosed sometime in 2000 (can’t or I choose not to remember). I sometimes blog when my Thyroid remembers to at Hypogirl.com. Never in my life would I have imagined suffering from an autoimmune disorder (Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis). But I am thankful to have found a great group of people, also suffering, that make me laugh. Laughter is the best medicine! Read more about Jody at her Blog, HypoGirl.
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How many of us have suffered for sometime before we even knew what it was, I’m with you on the heart beats 140 at resting and night time being the worse talk about sleep deprivation I made many a good song up or a beat box tune just going along with the beats better than counting sheep.
If only I had found Google then, I wouldn’t have been fobbed off with, it’s a virus for one month after another.
It took an Optometrist to diagnose me not my GP and then it was all symptoms, go because I had been left too long with this.
I certainly understand what you are saying here, good job you threw those pills in the bin.
Great letter and I hope you have lots of healing coming your way.
Funny how similar my experience has been. My good friend Google was a major factor in my diagnosis. That, and casually talking to a friend’s hubs (who happens to be a good endo–who knew?), who was highly suspicious of Hashi’s and started me down the right path.
And I was diagnosed right after signing up for the Y’s “bikini boot camp”, too! Scary!
Thanks for the letter! I’m glad you were finally helped…or at least able to start down a path to feeling better.
I wasn’t “diagnosed” by Google but it sure has helped me in finding others who are going through the same things I am. It helps so much.
The depression stuff has always hit me hard. OF COURSE I’m depressed, I’ve been diagnosed with a chronic, horrible, life-changing, and difficult-to-understand disease and I’m not supposed to find that DEPRESSING!?!?!
🙂
Happy Wednesday, everyone!
You are so right Yodat, it’s good to have support
Forget the bootcamps our bodies just aren’t ready for that..I did try jogging once and had to give it up for the sake of my health when my thighs kept rubbing together and setting fire to my knickers.
Now beatboxing and running man great visual here, maybe we could start a new group thybeatboxingsistasofswing. You run it, I’ll hum it.
Oh, I love y’all!! You just made me giggle!! Seriously, I thought I was just insane or gonna die very early….my resting heart rate is always so fast. Before hypo meds and after. Wouldn’t your heart rate SLOW down if you’re hypo?? Why does it race? I don’t get it. It’s not that mine just has certain times of the day that it decides to race along, it’s all the time. Is this normal?? I’m terrified to really push myself when I exercise—afraid my heart will jump outta my chest!! Forget boot camp!!
Lolly, I had to quit jogging for health too- but not because my knickers caught on fire; I just got diaper rash and rug burn which is hard to do when you only have 4 hairs left in your “rug” -and then once I stopped the jogging movement, the thy-boobs (thoobs?) which seemed to develop overnight, along with the extra junk in the trunk —kept moving causing both eyes to blacken…
And Yodat, laugh we will because it takes less muscles to laugh than frown and we thyroidians certainly don’t need any extra wrinklage
by the time I got diagnosed I was so totally brain fogged that the doc thought i was having a stroke and i just looked at him and smiled—who knew?
…my thoobs aren’t actual muscles but globs of fat and i can’t get a thyipple ring for 2 reasons: they’d have to use a ring the size found in a bull’s nose and I’d actually trip on the thypple from the extra weight from that damn ring
Oh Yodat I’m so sorry for themporary thysanity- I do believe it’s Lolly’s fault- you know how those brits are…..
And many apologies to the thyfellas—I’m sure you’ve just been scarred for life
I’ve often wondered how 1 lb of food can make me gain 5 lbs. Maybe the food attracts water or something..
Over and over I read the same thing here. Doctors saying people are depressed and ignoring the thyroid issue. I’ve heard from one shrink that when anyone over age 50 comes in with psychiatric symptoms he always does the thyroid tests. The down side of that is he loses a lot of potential patients when the results come back and they have a thyroid problem, not a psychiatric one.
Of course a lot of people here are younger than 50. Maybe they need to start thinking about this at an earlier age.
Most of the doctors I know really do want to help their patients. So I’m mystified about how they can consistently overlook something that is beginning to look more and more obvious.
Zari
thank you for the laughter and smiles today y’all. Hasn’t been a good day – in fact it’s been downright lousy. Another adjustment in my synthroid (what else is new) T3 and T4 in the crapper – oh the joy! NOT
Pants on fire, bee bop and everything else fun and wonderful today –
Thanks!
Go, Jody! Great letter! You rock! 🙂
OMG, merkin, LOL! How the hell did they attach that?
Okay, totally NOT complaining about the thyboobs (I think it’s the ONE good symptom) but wondering what it is caused by. Anyone?
My good friend is an Ob/Gyn. She and her husband are in a blue grass band (“band” used loosely–apparently an excuse to drink and socialize whilst holding an instrument). Their name–the Mountain Merkins. This is how I came to know of the illustrious merkin, how can one not love it? Per my friend (I have not read any of the sites), ahem, women of ill-repute frequently had to shave it all off due to lice, etc. However, unlike today, having a full bush was quite trendy and sought after. Solution? Get thee a pube toupee! Who knew thyroid patients might have use of them as well?
Robyn–I couldn’t actually afford a real merkin as there were no synthetic materials to make them from in the 1700s and i believe the nobility used real fur for theirs(Thankful PETA wasn’t around then ) and since my formative yrs were spent in that time period I had to suffer with that lousy comb-over. Now, i just use that spray on hair from a can as it causes no harm to any animal and i’m using the hair Lolly sent me from her bald dog to knit the poor thing a sweater
it’s a damn good thing Lolly’s writing her English as I’m sure none of us could understand her spoken word—-when she referred to her black and white trainers (a while back) on her feet i thought she was talking about a tiny little black child and a tiny little white child going for a ride ….
Excuse me while I go finish my book titled: “Does size REALLY matter?” by Heywood Jablomy
hey how come my posts keep jumping to the middle of this thread/ it’s makin’ me crazazy…
Oh my, Lol, you really need some ejucatin’ ya need to spa-end some tam in the sa-outh of these here suthren sta-etes of the good ole US of Aeee..we’ll jest have ya know that there ain’t such a word as colour da-own hee-er…it’s culla an yo mama jest might take y’all behand the woodshed and tare up yo backsi-ede (or arse as y’all over the big pond laks to call it) for blasphemin’ the King’s eenglish—and ple-ese don’t eva come sa-outh and ax how anyone ‘s mama is—you ab-so-lute-ly must ask ” How’s yo-or momnem? as long as momma’s happy everboddy is happy