You guys don't know me, you may not like me...and honestly...I'm just writing this out to vent.
I have an autoimmune thyroid disease. It was just discovered in April. In fact, my doctors aren't even sure WHAT is wrong with me...other than my thyroid is fucked up, my blood tests are all over the board...and we're trying to figure it out.
I've had more doctors appointments and blood work, tests, etc. in the past couple of months than I can remember in my entire life prior to April of this year. In fact, had I not had a sore throat and gone to my doctor for that purpose, I wouldn't have known.
Instead, I'm being told that I should effectively be completely lacking in energy, have my hair falling out, having ALL the effects, etc. My TSH level is at an 81.27. Normal is something like a .4 to a 4.5 or some shit. I've "swung" from a 22.45 to a 5.2 to an 81.27 in a matter of 5 tests and being "on" and "off" 3 different med/dosage levels because I don't tolerate them.
I don't feel BAD....and for that I am grateful. But I have a pretty sizeable "goiter" on my thyroid that is becoming more and more apparent. The superficial side of me is pissed because it was actually visible in our engagement pictures.
I've worn the same exact size for years....I bought my wedding dress confidently knowing that I've worn the same size for years. I wear a size 2 in street clothes, and my wedding dress is a size 4. It fit perfectly when I bought it.
I just dropped 16 lbs in a month due to a thyroid medication. Not on purpose. (I weighed in at my heaviest ever in Feb, with much celebration at 124 and 5'10" tall). At my doctor in May, I was at 106. I'm back to 114.
All of this SUCKS. I've dropped over $300 in copays just for office visits since April. That's at $15 and $50 (for specialists). I'm still getting bills for bloodwork.
I'm 34. I'm so excited to FINALLY marry my Prince Charming. I just want to plan our wedding and be happy...but I'm squeezing meeting with DJs and photographers in between meetings with doctors (outside of working hours) and it sucks. And I'm tired...and then I wonder if I'm tired because I'm trying to do all of this at once...or if it is my body.
And then I'm pissed. We saved a LOT for this wedding. We sacrificed. And now I am not getting to enjoy these moments because I'm running around trying to go to doctors in the middle of my wedding planning appointments.
I don't feel sick. I feel fine. But NO...I'm not fine. I have a thyroid that is sizeable and completely out of control and no one is "fixing" it because apparently it isn't a simple matter of "hypo" or 'hyper"...it is some sort of autoimmune bullshit. And I'm pissed.
My fiance is awesome. Beyond awesome. He has been since day one when I met him...but every time something comes up, he raises the "awesome" bar again with assuring me that everything will be ok and then going above and beyond to take care of me, etc. He's ready to throw everything we've saved for to the wind and do whatever it takes to make me "better". I don't feel bad. I know my body isn't healthy, but I don't feel bad.
I'm happy. I have energy. I go to work every day. I don't need to be "coddled", I'm fine.
I just want to be well. And I just want to bitch anonymously. I'll push through...and the doctors will figure this out. It isn't life threatening...it just sucks.
You can go about your days now....thanks
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