A year ago I was miserable.
I had anxiety up to my eyeballs, and had just being diagnosed with something called hyperparathyroidism, which began to be prefixed with something new every time I got a blood test back.
This year I am very happy but over the last few months I started to get really exhausted.
It wasn’t a normal amount of tiredness, instead it got to the point where I had to call in sick to work because I didn’t have the energy to turn my alarm off. Then I started to nap a lot. Then I woke up from a nap and my wrists and ankles were so stiff I could barely walk or open a door. Then my whole arm started to throb.
I had to go and pick up the results of my annual hyperparathyroid tests anyway, so I asked the GP to run some tests, and he initially suspected arthritis.
A few days later he sat me down and said, “You have hypothyroidism” and I said, “No, I have hyperparathyroidism” and he said, “Well, yes, but now you have hypothyroidism too”. We faced off, each certain the other was mispronouncing something.
Thankfully I had an appointment with my endocrinologist last week, so I took the test results to her.
“How are you?” she asked. “Good…ish?” I replied. “Well your blood tests aren’t. You have profound hypothyroidism”.
Please ma’am, may I have one new endocrine system while we’re here?
Sadly no, I could not have a new endocrine system, instead I got some shiny new meds to take for the rest of ever. I take so many things for so many things now that I’m seriously considering getting a chemist to make me up a Webster-pak just like the old people have.
The meds have strict rules: ALWAYS IN THE FRIDGE, and ALWAYS ON AN EMPTY STOMACH, and NO DAIRY FOR HALF AN HOUR AFTER TAKING, which is the strangest rule ever.
My GP called me back a few days ago with the results from an even more recent set of tests and THE RESULTS WERE WORSE. My body was stalled, it was in the pits, its tires had come off. Thankfully, the meds will change all that and I’ve been told the results should be pretty impressive.
I feel sorry for my poor body, it just ran clean out of energy. The best way to describe how I felt was the worst physical sense of depression, plus arthritis, but I was cheerful.
I’m not feeling all that much different yet, but I’m certainly not feeling any worse.
In the mean time, all of the sleeps with this kid will help: