“Tired? Aren’t you jazzed and energized from all that dancing?” she asked, since she’d seen me clumsily bouncing and spinning in a tired circle through the front window. “Exercise always gets me going!”
I laughed in reply; I have had this conversation more times and with more people than I can count.
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.
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.
At some point, I need to admit to myself that what I like to do and what I need to do to take care of myself are…… Read more “Want v. Need: Staring Mortality in the Face”
If a girl goes for a run in the forest, but there’s no fitbit attached to her to count her steps, did it really happen? Featured image…… Read more “Running.”
