November 11, 2014
“Your blood tests results came back and your TSH levels are really high, so you must be feeling like garbage huh?”
Yes. Garbage. I told you that three weeks ago. I knew the dosage wasn’t right.
I nod weakly. I just want the new drugs.
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I have been moving at turtle speed for the past few weeks and it has caused me to be a frustrated, exhausted and sad little subset of my normal self.
Cold shivers? Check.
Weight gain? Check. 5 kg to be exact, in just 6 weeks. Not inconsequential given my height.
Fatigue? Oh yeah.
Muscle aches and pain in joints? Yes and yes.
Foggy Brain? *Snape-voice* Always.
Thinning hair? Good thing I cut it.
The doctor said I must have had a “pretty powerful little thyroid”. I felt a surge of pride at what a good job my thyroid must have done – that is up until it became ridden with cancerous cells of course. I’ve been moved up from 125 mcg to 150 mcg of Synthroid now. The normal reference range for TSH levels is 0.30 -5.60. Mine is currently 13.25 miu/l.
I always knew hypothyroidism must suck for people who had it. Since I’ve been plunged into it, I get a first-hand experience of what it’s like. It slowly sucks away your ability to do anything – to make decisions or to get out of a chair. The benefit I have is that I still get to say I have / had “cancer” and people will ooh and aah more than for someone who just says they have hypothyroidism. So that’s the bright side for me.