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!
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.
It’s been five days since I started taking levothyroxine, a synthetic version of the T4 hormone my body is not producing nearly enough of.
Verdict? It is DEFINITELY making a difference.
Getting up in the morning has become a choice. I wake up, and though I am still sleepy, I am not groggy. The best thing? I feel like a person again.
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.
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.
My boyfriend and I were hanging out on a patio at a brewery when a guy let his dog off-leash in the sitting area. Which would be…… Read more “Leash Courtesy”
Grief groups don’t really cover complicated relationships full of unmet expectations. When my mother died, I went to a group full of sobbing people who dearly loved…… Read more “On Complicated, Angry Grief”
Rarely in life do you foolishly dare to be entirely yourself, and somehow find your people. From chilling on a patio with the best team on Happiness,…… Read more “Automattic Grand Meetup V. 2.0: My People”
Today, I wish myself the happiest anniversary of serendipity and following my heart. John Greenleaf Whittier, you, sir, are a pessimist: No gladder words of tongue or pen than these: what was, what is, and what is still to come.
