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.