This Innocent Girl is Ready to Throw Down
(Written by Nicole, Graves disease Patient with a Goiter)
It’s been awhile since we had a heart to heart, but I wanted to thank you for unleashing the full power of Graves Disease at the most opportune timeÃ¢â‚¬”when I had no health insurance. I hope you know that at the beginning, I thought we were cool with each other: you helped me lose weight while I was eating enough to barely satiate a quarterback, and I really felt like I was getting things done when you decided to make me so hyper. I mean, honestly, you even made me believe that getting laid off from a miserable job where I became the resident psychotic was really THEIR loss, and that unemployment was a good deal for me.
Then, just like any relationship, you changed….why did you have to make my pulse 120? Why did you have to change my once sultry bedroom eyes into the evil villainous stare that it is today? Also, one of the worst offenses, why did you give me seatbelt diarrhea after EVERY. SINGLE. MEAL?
Our relationship became full blown abusive, and we were beyond counseling to work this out. The thin body you gave me had lost all muscle, and was just pure skinny fat. To make matters worse, you KNOW I live in Los Angeles and that I was getting a “girl, keep it up” wherever I went. Were you trying to give me an eating disorder? You’re a DICK.
Hitting rock bottom was being checked into an L.A. County emergency room with a pulse of 150 and no end in sight. After many months of being allergic to both PTU and Tapazole, and surgery not being an option, I’ve had to try and end this cycle with RAI. You fucking prick, apparently, the first go around at RAI might not be enough (even though you’ve made me gain so much weight in the past month, that I’m wearing sweats to bars) so there is a possibility I’m going to have to take an ass-cancer dose of radiation again. Can’t you just call it quits with us? I’m trying to become more powerful through acupuncture and healthy eating, but it would be great if you could also do your part to realize this relationship is not working, has NEVER worked, and needs to STOP. I hope this is a goodbye letter, but if you try and cross the line with me again, you’re going to have your ass handed to you. Let this be known to not only you, but to all your friends that are attacking women like myself. We’re not as helpless as you might think.
Rot in hell, you miserable goiter.