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Thy-What?!: The Scapegoat In My Neck

Post Published: 22 August 2011
Category: Column, Thy-What?!
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For nearly 20 years, I all but ignored my little thyroid issue, figuring the little magic pill would do all the heavy lifting and all I had to do was remember to take it every morning and refill it once a month.

I’d go to medical appointments and almost forget about that whole pesky thyroid thing.

Them: “Any medications or supplements?

Me: “Just a multi-vitamin.

Them: “Any surgeries or hospitalizations?

Me: “Oh wait, I take Synthroid. For hypothyroid, but you know, it’s no big deal.  Millions of other take it too.” I always felt the irrational need to make sure the nurse knew that I was healthy and this silly pill and that pesky thyroid were just little side things. I “had” them but they weren’t really me.

I continued to go through life always tired. With unexplainable mood swings. And weird weight fluctuations that in no way matched my food intake or exercise habits. Watching my skin turn white or blue in a strongly air-conditioned environment. Sometimes weird hair things or fingernail things. Skin stuff.

Never enough to cause a crisis or derail me, but always there and part of me.

I tried not to be a blamer. I really hated blamers. You know, the people who had an excuse for everything. That wasn’t me. I was more the blame-myself-and-then-suck-it-up-and-keep-going kind of person.

I didn’t want to take the easy way out and blame my thyroid. I was a trooper, I was stronger than anyone or anything. Maybe I was just destined to be a tired, moody, bitchy, sometimes-fat, sometimes-skinny blue person. Maybe I needed to work on accepting me and not pin this mess on some tiny gland in my neck.

Plus, I of course had total faith in whatever endocrinologist I was seeing at the time. After all, they knew more about all that stuff than I did, right? And if they told me my blood tests were ok, then I should feel fine, right? It was clear I wasn’t to tell them how tired and bitchy and foggy I was – they’d probably try to get me an anti-depressant or a therapist for all that.

The one time I mentioned that my symptoms had worsened, I felt proud of myself for speaking up. The result? The doctor lowered my dose. Gave me less of the medication that was supposedly helping me. Clearly this was all in my head, not the reality of how I felt or representative of anything bigger. (If there were a font for sarcasm, that last sentence would have used it. Catch my drift?!)

My non-blaming, keep forging ahead approach “worked” for a while. Or at least band-aided the reality enough. But then as I neared 40, things got a little worse. Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was the emergency appendectomy. Or the divorce. Or my beloved grandmother dying. Or being swindled by a business partner. Or my genetics waking up. Or maybe I’d had one too many massive bowls of pasta or jumbo bags of Twizzlers. Or maybe it was for no reason at all.

All I know is things changed. I couldn’t keep up with the load I was carrying anymore. The awful diet, the ever-dwindling energy, the brain focus I didn’t seem to have anymore, the inability to keep up the self-imposed 12- or 14-hour workdays, the way I would snap at (that’s putting it lightly) the people who most cared about me…it wasn’t a way to live.

I wasn’t, I had to admit, super-human.

And, yes, my thyroid was partially to blame.

So a few months ago, shortly before that big birthday, I stopped hiding and pretending and ignoring that butterfly-shaped thing in my neck.  I acknowledged something wasn’t working. I vowed to use the blame to do something about it. It was up to me to be my own best advocate and information-gatherer and intuitive and dietician and therapist and healer. No, I didn’t have all of the resources or answers but I sure as hell had the responsibility – to myself, to my loved ones, to my clients, to the world, for that matter – to figure all of this out.

And you know what I have learned? Turns out it wasn’t blaming after all. It was about taking charge of my health and my life. About no longer accepting 50 or 60% as an acceptable way to live. I want 100%. I deserve 100%. You deserve 100%.

I’m not at 100% yet, but I am at 80-85-ish on most days. That is a massive improvement in a short time. For me, the biggest change in my day-to-day life has been in my diet. Of course, that doesn’t mean your biggest change or improvement would come from that, too.

I don’t know your situation, but I do know that no one knows your body like you do. Listen to it. Turn down the noise. Get quiet and allow yourself to actually feel, even if the feelings aren’t always great. Don’t assume someone else – even if that someone else has some fancy diplomas on his or her wall – knows you or your health better than you do. Don’t give up. Know that you can feel better. Know that you should feel better.

Yes, your thyroid may suck. No, it is not fair. Blame it all you want, but then also do something about it.

And of course let me know about it…

Written by, Allison

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18 Responses to “Thy-What?!: The Scapegoat In My Neck”

  1. Linda B Reed says:

    Wonderfully put, Allison- you go, girl!!! 😉

  2. Lolly says:

    Great column Allison..we certainly do have to do something about, if not then it just takes over and we lose out.

    • Audrey says:

      Thank you for expressing how I feel on a daily basis. It took me a couple of years to finally figure out that I was the one that was going to have to help make myself feel better. It’s still trial and error and some tweaking here and there with my Dr. Hoping for the fog to completely be lifted one day.

      • Audrey, to me it is now like “duh, of course I have to be in charge of my own health” but for whatever reason for years I felt like “the doctors know better than I do” or “the blood tests tell the whole story and they don’t lie.” Learning to really listen to my body as been quite the experience!

    • Thank you, Lolly, and agreed!

  3. Lolly says:


    I hear you thysista, the same goes for me, it is still a struggle one I am not yet willing to lose. I am forever tweaking my meds just to get the right balance..One day I will get there and hopefully stay there but for now it is still up and downs swings and round abouts.


  4. Audrey says:

    Amen, my friend. More power to us ALL!

  5. MrMomWorld says:

    Good for you for stepping up and taking charge. Sometimes we have to do that, don’t we?

  6. MonicaWB says:

    I’ve been feeling incredibly crappy in all the ways you described in this post, and I haven’t bothered to get my Synthroid refilled in 7 years! 7! Yet I keep complaining and wondering what’s wrong with me. (Btw, this is the 3rd *reminder” sent my way this week via Facebook. I’ll take the hint this time.)

    And thanks for the intro to this website.

  7. Audrey says:

    Allison and Lolly,

    See how the thymentia and the fog works…hopefully this will just make us laugh at ourselves but myinitial reponse was @ Allison not Lolly…it’s all good. Again more power to us ALL!!!

  8. Lolly says:

    Audrey I’ve had years fo practise and laughing at the thymentia makes it so much easier it’s like laughing in the face of adversity except when the thymentia kicks in you can forget even remembering that word so think apples works everytime. More power to all us thyrellas and fellas…

  9. Audrey says:

    @ Lolly
    Thanks for the advise…Love it.

    Have a great day everyone 😉

  10. Christina says:

    Thanks so much for this post, Allison. I could relate to every single paragraph! I’m continuously learning to listen to my body (I say continuously because, just when I think I have it all figured out, it throws me a curveball). But I know when my thyroid, and my body as a whole, isn’t happy and I know what makes it happier. For me, consistent exercise is key. I watch my diet too, especially those pesky refined sugars. I really appreciate your post as it’s so reassuring to know there are people out there I can relate to. Thanks 🙂

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