Update

Briefly:

I have made a doctor’s appointment for Tuesday morning to get a lab referral to have my thyroid levels checked again.

I had my thyroid checked in April at my last doctor’s appointment, and never heard anything so I assumed I was in the clear, but I suppose it’s better to be safe than sorry. No point wandering around, wasting away thinking that I don’t have hypothyroidism just because I didn’t have it April. I mean, that’s the time frame in which I was diagnosed with diabetes, right? Had it one month, didn’t have it the next.

My father and pretty much all female members of his family have an underactive thyroid and coupled with the diabetes makes me a prime candidate for the condition.

Oh the joy of being a diabetic Blass! Double the fun.

I’ve been emailing with my dad all day, and he says I have some, but not all the symptoms so there is really no way of knowing for sure if I have it until I get tested. He also reminded me that when I was born, I stayed in the hospital an extra four days because I had a low heart rate, which apparently is another symptom of hypothyroidism. Even if I don’t have it now, it’s probably just a matter of time before my thyroid gland kicks the bucket too.

Why can’t my body just function like it was designed to do? Is that really so much to ask?

All I really want is to have energy again. It’s really depressing when you start daydreaming about sleeping instead of that cute guy who saved you from the mean old carbon monoxide detector.

Fatigue

Tonight is the third night this week I have crawled into bed at 7pm and woken up just before midnight.

On Sunday I came home from running errands and instead of making dinner, slept from 6pm until my mother phoned at 9pm. The only reason I didn’t stay asleep was because she started prepping for teaching the next day and the difference in time zones makes calling during the week difficult.

On Monday I fell asleep immediately after getting off a planning committee conference call. I thought I would just lay down for a few minutes, but my “a quick nap sounds nice” ideas usually end up lasting four hours.

Happened again tonight. Now I’m awake because I never tested, never ate dinner, never brushed my teeth and never put on pajamas. I’m also afraid that if I don’t wake up I’ll end up waking up at 4 a.m. with nothing to do or I’ll sleep too much and be groggy all day. Not that I’m not already tired at work everyday…

In July, when I was moving, falling asleep as soon as I came home from work. I was sort of a non-stop go-go-go kind of girl, with shopping and unpacking and planning and cleaning and then of course there was work. There were plenty of nights I went to bed at a normal time, like 10:30 or 11:00 p.m., but there were others where hitting the sack at 7pm seemed almost normal.

It’s inconsistent at best. There are plenty of nighs where I go to the gym like a normal person, come home and make dinner like a normal person, chat on the internet like a…well, like I usually do.

I tried looking up symptoms for chronic fatigue syndrome, but I don’t know if I’m just tired or “fatigued.” I don’t know how you can tell. Somedays at work I’m perfectly fine until I get home and crash, or I’m perfectly fine all day long. I’m not always tired. But when I am I feel like I’ve been run over by a speedboat. I also don’t have any of the muscle symptoms described. I mean, my back has been sore for a couple of days, but for most of the summer they’ve been just fine. And I have a two-year history of having bad back muscles and that has nothing to do with being tired.

But there are days like today where I yawned my way through the morning emails, lunch, and most of an afternoon phone call and really only “woke up” after a sugar buzz from a piece of birthday cake.

I don’t get it. I thought maybe if I blogged about it somebody else would know what I was talking about and could give me some advice. It’s okay if you don’t. I suppose this also to keep track of symptoms in case they it gets better/worse.

Okay, I need to crawl back into bed and hopefully get some sleep.