A few weeks ago my mom told me that with the way I eat, it’s surprising that it doesn’t show in my weight. Well, Sunday afternoon she said, “All thosebutter tastin’ biscuits are finally showing up.”
I didn’t need her validation of weight gain. I had already received it by the tightness of my clothes and the swell in my midsection.
Finally at my wits end, I made an appointment to see the doctor. He had the nurse take some blood and told me they would call the next day with the results. Well, they called and told me that my thyroid was underactive.
How did that happen?
The nurse asked what pharmacy to send the Rx to and the call was ended.
After looking up some information about hypothyroidism, I became aware of some other issues that I have noticed but didn’t give my thought to. Dry skin and hair and slowed thinking. When I read about those I thought about the dryness of my hair. No matter what I do I continue to find split ends, knots and tangles everywhere. I also have a condition on my back (white patches) that is attributed to dry skin. (I can see your visuals now. Don’t worry, it’s not bad looking or anything. Just annoying to myself.) I also noticed that my mental processing is slower than it used to be. I notice that I don’t remember conversations as well as I used to. Mind you, though, I remember fully from my past. It’s just the recent things that I have trouble recalling.
Though the news kind of sucks, I feel better knowing that there is a reason for my huge appetite. There is a reason for the weight gain. There is a reason why after working out religiously why I was only able to maintain my weight and not lose any.
Sometimes we can feel these symptoms, have issues that the doctor can’t find answers for. They can make us believe that it is all in our minds. We can become depressed from the consumption of our ailments, the “what’s wrong with me?” to the point that we physically break our bodies down. Sometimes it really can be an illness. Other times I believe that other things going on in our lives trigger illness-type symptoms where we have allowed something to eat, fester, and make our mind its home.
But what a good feeling when our symptoms have not been in vain. I am thankful that there is a reason this time. What happens when there isn’tone the next?
This is Jewells signing out…