All this time
A few months ago I reached a relatively low point in my life. I wasn’t dying, starving, lonely, unemployed, or bankrupt so I use the word low lightly.
I visited my psychiatrist six weeks ago. (I’m not ashamed to admit it, I have one of those.) After the last few years chatting with me, even she was a little concerned by my appearance.
My sleep situation was worse than ever. I was sleeping between 10 – 13 hours a night with naps in between, possibly 15 hours a day all told, yet I felt like I’d got none (or very little). Efforts to slowly start exercising again left me in much worse shape. My blood pressure was inexplicably low. I was suffering from pretty bad reflux/heartburn, confirmed by a tube they stuck down my throat – despite a relatively good diet and avoiding the common triggers. This came after a brief ECG scare, suggesting irregular heart behavior, which turned out to be a false alarm. Leukemia hung in the background, never affecting my health, but seemingly biding it’s time for the best time to strike. I set a personal record for body mass. Since I didn’t get any more dense (Cheryl might argue the point), I set a similar record for volume. My natural tendency to slip towards depression made it all seem worse.
I couldn’t stay awake – anywhere. One of my doctors said I shouldn’t be driving. Cheryl became the designated driver in the family. I couldn’t focus at work for more than a few moments at a time, despite lists I made for myself to put me back on track. Trips to the printer left me week in the knees, my legs trembling, like I was going to collapse in exhaustion. Any sound reaching my cube was a distraction, pulling me from my work. Fighting these distractions made the headache gods VERY angry. Folks whispered about the time I spent working from home. For the first time in my life I was told my work was slipping. My daily routine shrunk to working, getting ready for work, and sleeping.
Many doctors, bad guessing, and failed treatments leached away my one remaining defense – hope. Even though poor sleep was clouding my judgment and slowing every step, I felt like there was no “big thing” to point at and say, “that’s what is wrong with me.” However, it felt like I was nearing my 990th paper cut.
Three months ago, I went to see my primary doctor. She ordered blood tests and a follow-up.
Two months ago, shortly after seeing the psychiatrist, she said my thyroid numbers had more than doubled in less than a year, suggesting hypothyroidism. She ordered more blood tests and another follow-up.
Three weeks ago the new, more extensive tests came back the same. I started taking thyroid hormones.
Things haven’t changed a lot, but they have changed. I’m sleeping a bit better. Work has been easier. Exercise doesn’t seem impossible. Cheryl signed me up at the Y so I could work out with everyone else (the whole family goes). My energy level remains low over all, but I have bursts where I feel more like my old self – like right now. Maybe best of all, I have something to point at.
I have hope.
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Even though I’ve gone silent for quite some time, I know a few folks I consider friends have had tough times: tumors, hospital stays, and worse. On the off chance one of you stop by (you know who you are), you’ve been in my thoughts.
I’ll let you in on a little secret… whenever you’re feeling down or low or lacking energy, get your thyroid tested.
Glad you’re on the mend!
Thanks Becca. I’m trending the right way, I just hope this time it sticks. I feel like I write one of these posts every six months ;-)
Duly noted Richard :-)
I wish my team of professionals were so wise. I hope they were just distracted by other test results. That, or they were lulled into a false sense of self-assurance by my regularly scheduled blood tests, and their results.
I knew I’d had a lot of blood drawn, but I was surprised by the number of results my (primary) Dr had to go through with me. Print them up and you could make an impressive flip book movie covering the last three years.
Maybe you and I could one day put together a film festival ;-)
Having multiple plot points for my thyroid function in the last six months was a real treat!
I have missed you. And what’s-her-name too.
I’ve missed you too Steve (though it’s my own fault). I’m way over-due for a visit.
I was wondering where you were. I hope you start to feel better soon.