Two years ago I wrote a few words on Everything you wanted to know about low thyroid but didn’t know to ask. I reread it this morning, slumped over my computer, eyes at half-mast. I have felt like crap for roughly the last month (Tom says longer), and have been waiting for the results of last week’s blood draw to see if my thyroid levels are off.
The doctor’s office finally called a few minutes ago. My numbers are normal.
Really? The poor woman on the phone got an earful, including my current symptoms, and will call back. Probably next week, when I won’t be here.
I am so tired I am tired of myself. I slept for 9 hours last night (NINE!) and still had to physically drag myself out of bed this morning. I start to drive, and I want to face-plant onto the steering wheel. My patience is at record lows, my body feels like lead, and I’m at the highest weight I’ve ever been without a being inside me.
I hate myself like this. Hate.
There is so much I want to do with my life, I need energy to do it all, and fighting against my own body isn’t helping. I don’t know what’s wrong, am sick of searching, and am too tired to figure it out.