Showing posts with label makes me laugh. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 7, 2010

Joanne's Thyroid: The back story...

Upon re-reading my last post, I discovered that I had neglected to mention that I have been dealing with Thyroid disease for almost 20 years. I blame it on the constant fog my terribly-low thyroid has me in.

It all started when I was about 14. I had become a major pain-in-the-ass, and my Mom kept hauling me off to the doctor trying to get an explanation as to why I had turned into a ranging jerk all of a sudden. His diagnosis? Puberty.

Except what I was going through was like puberty
on crack. I was irritable, anxious, slept about 2 hours a night, my hands constantly shook, and I couldn't sit still. I remember feeling angry at the world, and like a was on the edge of losing control. This went on for about 6 months, until a colleague of my Dad's suggested I get my thyroid tested.

To every body's surprise my T4 level came back at over three times the normal level. I had something called Grave's Disease, which is a form of hyperthyroidism.

The first thing they did was refer me to an endocrinologist (which is what Elise sees for her diabetes) who put me on medication to suppress my thyroid function. I think I took about 6 pills a day and they were roughly the size of (but much thicker than) a dime.

The doctor decided to use radioactive iodine as a treatment. I'll never forget that day. I was sitting in a lab-like room in the hospital when a man wearing a spacesuit and holding the beaker containing the radioactive iodine with some tongs. I remember thinking, "seriously? You want me to drink that when you won't even touch it?"

But of course I did. The first dose wasn't enough, so I had to go back in for round two. The best part was I got my own bathroom for three days after each dose because I had to be "quarantined".

Since my thyroid ceased to function, my doc put me on Synthroid and that was that. At least until about 5 years ago, when I realized that I didn't feel as great as I should. Nothing I could put my finger on, but the symptoms were hypothyroid in nature. So I went to my doc, but all my levels came back okay. I kept going back about every 6 months, because I still felt off, and it wasn't until someone told my about a Physicians Assistant in the office that might be able to help me.

He introduced me to Armour Thyroid, and the effect was amazing! My body does not convert the T4 hormone into T3, so that is what my body was lacking. Synthroid is a T4 drug, so it didn't properly address the problem. Armour Thyroid has both T4 and T3, and has helped me to feel better than I ever did on Synthroid.

(I just want to interject that this isn't the same for ALL hypothyroid patients and of course you should see your doc to discuss any change in medication).

So that's my (probably very boring) thyroid story. I'm sorry I stuck your brain cells with all that unnecessary information!

As for my levels now, they are sloooowly coming down. They're still not why my thyroid decided to "freak out" like it did. I had missed a few doses of my medication about a month ago because life was a wee bit crazy, but they don't think that would have caused levels like the ones I had. My blood test last week showed my TSH at 42. My doc said it could take a month for me to start feeling okay again.

Thank you for all your comments and support, they've really meant a lot to me during all of this!

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Conversations with Elise: There's ants in them thar hills

So here we are in San Francisco, beauty as far as the eye can see. On our left we have the the slate-blue Pacific ocean. The sun glinting off the water's surface, sending a spray of diamonds into the air.

And on our right we have the magnificent towering mounds of dirt, filled to the brim with ants.

Wait... what?

It seems that Elise has some strange, unnatural fear of the beautiful hills that line the coast here in the north bay. Every time she sees one, she points and says, "no go over dere." Today I decided to get to finally the bottom of this fear.

Elise: No go dat way, no go over there (pointing towards the hills)

Me: Why not, beans? Why don't you like those hills?

Elise: I get ants on my shoes, and all dirty

Me: Wha'?

Elise: No step on hills because of ants

It suddenly dawned on me that in the state of Texas, the highest thing Elise has ever seen (at least where we live) are the fire ant hills I'm always telling her not to step on because of the ants.

There is something so sad about that.