“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.
Look: I want to live more healthfully in 2020 and am really excited to do that. However, don’t, “Detox your gut sludge!”
Real, Honest Talk: If you are not feeling well, go see your doctor.
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.
