Joie De Vivre

It feels… suspicious… to be this consistently, blazingly happy. I have done nothing to earn it. I certainly don’t deserve it.

It feels as if I caught happiness like an illness, that it should only be mine for a little while, a jubilant delirium as transient as a butterfly. I keep expecting its flight, a return to normalcy, and yet… I seem to have found my new normal in joy.

Hypothyroidism: Month Three

The fun part about this condition is when my meds get upped. Three months later, I’m still likely on too low a dose; I’ll feel GREAT for about a week, and then start to get tired. My feet start to crack and get gross and crusty again. I’ll wake up like clockwork in the morning, and then start to struggle.

So, here I am: dose has been upped again, 75 mcg of levothyroxine. Third time’s a charm!

Hypothyroid: One Month Since Starting T4-Only Treatment

This little T4 pill feels magical. Sure, I’m still tired in the mornings and do seem to still have less energy than everyone else (might just need a higher dose), but I am functional. I am functional. I am not broken. ❤ It's a touch rough, not being able to eat or drink anything of substance for an hour after taking my pill, but the benefits SO outweigh the drawbacks.

Hypothyroidism Diagnosis: It’s actually not you all, it’s ME!

A few weeks back, I was in a rather unpleasant car accident. It turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me; I’d told my doctor I was fine after the car accident, no lasting damage, nothing else to report. But my blood tests said otherwise; I have lived with fatigue for so long, it just feels normal.

This exhaustion-monster that’s stolen so much of my life has a name: it’s hypothyroidism.

Follow your feet home again.

I love to wander.

Drop me into a strange city, and I’ll take great joy in wandering the streets, lost but enthralled. You find the most magical places that way; from a cozy Scottish tea cafe to a secluded rocky oasis next to the roaring sea, this is how my favorite memories are made.