“Hmm, it looks like your Hashimoto’s antibodies are still high.” “Wait–I have Hashimoto’s?” I demanded. “I thought I just had hypothyroidism!” “Oh, yes. You have Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis.” He then continued talking, like he hadn’t just dropped the bomb that I had an autoimmune disease.
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.