Back in May, when my doctor proclaimed I had hypothyroidism, I hadn’t really noticed any symptoms. I wasn’t complaining of anything but a sore wrist and a lump in my breast (which I’m certain was a cyst since it has now disappeared again - damn thing surfaces every now and then, but yes, I have a mammogram scheduled anyway).
I went home from that doctor’s appointment and looked up hypothyroidism. The list of symptoms was a little more extensive and I did recognize a few that could have been a result of a slow thyroid. But they could just as easily be attributed to my age.
And then I started taking the medication. My doctor had mentioned that I might notice myself feeling better. He wasn’t kidding. I felt great! I had all kinds of energy. I was less irritable and definitely less stressed about stupid things. My head felt clearer, if that makes any sense. I was much less apt to talk myself out of doing something before I even started it.
Fast forward a month. I had a four day weekend. Now, the first day was unplanned, because I had an emergency in my basement, but The Boyfriend was there to help and we got quite a bit done. I kept moving because I had to. And on Saturday morning, I had a brief burst of energy and mowed the lawn. But aside from that, I had three relatively relaxing days where I wasn’t doing a whole lot. And I was completely drained.
Kat and The Punkin are in town and they came by work tonight. We showed off Punkin’s cuteness and then went out to dinner. She wanted me to stop by her mom’s house afterward, and I couldn’t. Not only because I had to do some laundry, but because I was utterly exhausted. I came home and collapsed.
I did do some laundry, and I did set the coffee pot for tomorrow morning, but all the other things I really wanted to work on tonight have been shoved aside yet again. I have to go back to the doctor next week and in the meantime, I need to go get another blood test, because he wants to see what my thyroid is doing on medication. And it may sound weird, but I’m hoping he finds that it’s still not right. Because at least that would explain why I feel like such a slug. And maybe, just maybe, I can start to feel better again.
Yeah, you may just need a higher dosage. Sometimes medications seem to be working for a few weeks, then lose their effectiveness. I’m glad you’re going back to be rechecked…good luck!
Oh crap, hypothyroid is so common, and just sucks the energy out of you. You have to monitor it carefully, too, until your dose gets just right, and even then pay attention, because your body might change, etc.
I hope you and the doctor can get this all figured out. Doesn’t sound fun at all.