I hate this feeling. Fatigue. I'm sick of being tired. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Ugh. I'm not used to feeling this way. And for all intents and purposes, I should be used to it; it's been 7 years. 7 years of not being myself. 7 years of trying to feel better. I think of the line of Lennon's that's become quite cliche, but apropos, "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans."
My life is happening all around me, all the time, and I'm missing some of it, because I'm trying to feel better, I'm constantly trying something new (when I have the energy). I am at a loss as to what to do. I'm not usually at a loss for anything, not for words, plans, ideas. You name it and I've got an opinion about it. Sheesh. Stupid thyroid gland. It's so much more complicated than first suspected by the medical community. I've been reading this terrific book all about the thyroid gland, its function, its misdiagnosis, its ability to throw my life and my plans asunder. It's actually quite fascinating just how much the thyroid gland can affect one so dramatically, both physically and mentally. There are case studies dating back to the late 1700's, one including Napoleon Bonaparte, relating to the thyroid and its effects. It wasn't until the 1970's that the medical community begun to correlate the mind/body connection when related to this endocrine gland. Ok, my total nerdiness is really beginning to show, so I'm going to stop now.
Well, nobody (except maybe my husband and mother) cares more about my health and well being than I do, so I guess it's up to me to do one of the things I do well; research and figure it out.
