Written by Beth, Hypothyroid Patient
I didn’t even know that you existed until you began to take over my life. While I appreciate you letting me know your importance, it was a little difficult to deal with in the postpartum period. As if I wasn’t exhausted enough, you decided to raise my resting heart rate dramatically, making me insanely anxious, and losing more sleep than I knew possible.
Now, maybe you were just trying to help–I went a while without a period (which you know I hate), even after I had cut down on my breastfeeding and I lost all of my pregnancy weight–though a postpartum, breastfeeding woman of 5’6” should never drop below the 100 pound mark. It must have been hard work for you. I mean, you left my TSH nearly undetectable. So, thanks for your efforts, but I want you to know that you caused me a lot of difficulties in an already stressful time.
I do appreciate you taking care of that “postpartum thyroiditis” (as they called it) on your own without me having to take medication or stop breastfeeding on your behalf. We had some nice quiet years together.
Recently, you sent me to the doctor worrying that I had some terrible disease because I was so exhausted and my joints hurt so badly. I was convinced it was arthritis, at best. I couldn’t open jars, had difficulty opening doors, couldn’t carry my child for any extended period of time, and it felt like my body was literally shutting down. But then the call came from my doctor–hypothyroid. Ah yes, you had pushed yourself to the center stage of my life yet again.
It looks like we will be in close contact with each other from here on out. I appreciate you getting along so well with my medicine from the start of our latest encounter to bring my levels back into normal range. My joints feel much better and I am not nearly as tired–though I do still feel waves of exhaustion that seem to be coming back more frequently. Are you trying to tell me something? Are you in need of more meds? I am sure you have heard me cussing you in the wee hours of the morning when I have to take my thyroid supplement hours between eating. I hate medication–I hate being bound to a pill to get through the days. I have spent my life working to be healthy the natural way and now you have trapped me and tied me down to what will likely be a life-long relationship with a pill bottle. And what is happening with my hair, by the way? My thick and full curls have become a mess of brittle frizziness (even more than before–and that’s quite a statement). And since I have been taking this medicine to supplement you to make you happy (and keep me going) it has started thinning. Is this your work, too? Are you out to get me???
If you were looking for my attention, you got it. You have taught me your importance in my body–and I have learned you control at least a portion of pretty much everything my body does. I apologize for not being more aware of your duties but I wish we could have built this bond in a more pleasant way. Please, I beg of you, keep up the good work that I know you are capable of doing. Please don’t work too hard or take too much of a break–I need you. But let’s keep this relationship friendly.
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