Hashimoto's Thyroiditis

Never fails.

As soon as you let MDs poke around they find other things wrong with you.

Blood tests from earlier this week reveal I have super low thyroid hormone. Super low. Double-take, look-me-up-and-down, wonder-why-I-don't-have-any-symptoms low.

Let me just remind you all that I feel fine: good to great most days. Looking down the list of symptoms for this disorder I'm like nope, nope, nope, nope, nope...

Except for one -and we'll get to it later.

Thyroid problems run rampant through one side of my family, with most of the females falling into the hyper or hypo status for thyroid output. Some are medicated, and my mom's thyroid has been "alblated".

I've asked MDs in the past if we should check into mine and they look at me and tell me that it's hard to imagine I would have any problems given the normalcy of my weight, heart rate, energy, etc.

This is apparently also true in other family members: we have it, but don't really feel it.

The problem, as explained to me by my "personal snuggling MD" (we trust his opinion on these things even if we won't let him be the final word on my labs anymore) is that thyroid stuff is insidious. I might not feel bad now, but it could creep up on me, and damage could be done to my heart, which we need to prevent.

So, onto a lifetime of meds (most likely) I go.

(as far as we know this is all totally coincidental to the other diagnosis, but getting on the meds before chemo may help me feel better through it, I am told)

*sigh*

The upside is that one little symptom listed that I have been bedeviled with in my life might see some improvement on the meds. That is my very slow, um, output system. (TURN BACK NOW. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ABOUT THE TMI NATURE OF THIS BLOG.) That would be great, because it has been a medical curiosity to me and others that I can literally eat nothing but salad and fruit all day and drink 2 gallons of water and my body still acts like I gave it a Costco block of Tillamook cheddar.

I can't end this post without a bathroom humor pun.

Actually, cancel that. I'm going to outsource that to y'all. I know I told you in post one that you didn't have to respond to me here, but you guys have taken that wayyy literally. Flappininthewind should have been the blog name. I see your little footprints in the sand (number of times opened, etc) but only a few brave souls have yelled into the abyss.

Remember, this is all rich grounds for humor too, and as I advised some of my compatriots (Warrior Goddess Team) today, humor is medicine rattle number one for me. Nothing is off limits.

The gallows gives me the giggles.

Have some fun.