This Man is Gunning for you, Mr. Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis
It was you, not my age. You think you are so clever. But, I figured you out with a little help. You thought you could trick me by starting up a year after I turned 30 and making me think I was just getting older.
You live in a 33 year old male who has been mostly friendly and positive in his life. I need the energy you provide to continue to be a bright, creative mechanical engineer. We were a great team when we lost weight and became a more active person. But, you have let me down recently. You made me more tired after I would work out. You had me wondering why I couldn’t lose those last few pounds or gain muscle mass, no matter how well I ate or how hard I worked. You made me feel good to just take it easy on more days than I was used to. You dulled my usually sharp mind. You decreased my libido and made me less interested in women. You made me feel episodes of depression which I attributed to either being single or stress at work.
You couldn’t resist. You got too greedy with my lower libido and depression. They tipped me off that it wasn’t just my age but something was not right with me. What did you expect? I felt depressed the same day I ran my first half marathon. Plus, I didn’t respond to the obvious advances of a Jenny McCarthy look-alike!
You pushed me too far and I went to find emotional help. You met a tough adversary then, an experienced therapist. On my first visit with her, she called you out. She told me to check your levels. I did and my doctor told me you weren’t working like you are supposed to. I started taking levothyroxine to do your job for you, but my doctor and I wanted to know what your problem was. After a few antibody tests, we found out it was Hashimoto’s thyroiditis, so my body doesn’t like you. Well, I have news for you. Neither do I.
I recently found out about you and you seem to have rewarded me with feeling worse. The cycle of good days and bad days drive me nuts. Your fatigue completely saps me of any energy. I’m stuck on the couch for days. You know I love to spend my free time being active and outdoors with running, biking, hiking, playing tennis, racquetball and whatever I’m feeling that day. You know all of this, so why do you have to take that away from me some days?
The other symptom that you really bother me with is my mood. You make me feel bipolar. Some days I’m my normal, happy-go-lucky, social self where I can deal with stress and people easily. The other days you make it harder to deal with anything, and make me want seclusion from people. During those bad days, I feel like you stole my soul. My life is grey. I’m a zombie. Jokes aren’t funny. Good music sounds annoying. Pretty women go unnoticed. You know what it’s like trying to date or meet women with grey days and no soul? Speaking of relationships, I’ve let the people I’m close to and fellow coworkers know about you, so they know I wasn’t crazy, just that you weren’t doing your job.
I look forward to the day when I have you under control. Oh yeah. You heard me, “when;” not “if”. I’m going to be positive and beat you. I’ve overcome a lot in this life and I’m not going to let you keep me down. Now I know about you, I’m coming after you with whatever it takes. It might include 2nd, 3rd, or umpteenth medical opinions. But, rest assured, you found a fight.
Submitted by Corey M. Blauch: Facebook
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