OK, i don't want this to turn into Sick Woman Blog, but Cynthia asked (where is everybody, by the way?) and I may as well get this over with. I have Hashimoto's Disease. Basically, my immune system has decided that my thyroid must die, so my thyroid is wasting its resources fighting with my white blood cells and is NOT doing its day job (regulating the metabolism and producing hormones) very well. Normal thyroid antibody levels are under 30, mine are around 975. Now that this has been noticed, I need to see an endocrinologist. On July 28th. Aaargh.
For years, I have blamed my fatigue and persistent memory problems on children and the fact that I'm stupid. Now I have a disease to blame it all on, which is very convenient. "But I'm a sick woman!" will soon become my go-to whine. It's awesome! I can blame my acne, my incorrigible hair, my arthritis-like symptoms, my fuzzy mental state and my laziness on my malfunctioning immune system and resultant screwed-up hormones and metabolism! If you can find a way to develop an incurable autoimmune disorder, you should get cracking on it.
In all seriousness, I'm both unhappy and mildly relieved by this diagnosis. If it had gone on unnoticed, I could have ended up with an enlarged heart and all sorts of other nastiness. I really never knew there was anything wrong with me except that I didn't seem to function as well as everybody else, and when you combine that with my lifelong self-hatred it was just natural to assume that I was becoming even more worthless as I aged. Phew! Now I just wait and hope that I haven't had this for years and years and have already developed an oversized heart. Fun. My next post will be sunnier, I promise.