Hypothyroid Health

Hypothyroid health is actually an oxymoron.   {No, I didn’t call you a moron!}

Since hypothyroidism is a disease, you can’t say, “Disease health”.     But, thyroid health didn’t alliterate, and I don’t want any tickets for not alliterating!     *cough* BBFFJ *cough*

Anyway, so my thyroid levels have been fluctuating.    (AGAIN)      My Doctor sent me for a thyroid sonogram, which I’ve never had before.    Which the Dr. said was strange, since I’ve been on thyroid meds for 27 years now.     I joked that I’d find out if I was pregnant or not!   {BTW, I’m not. } 

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YAY!! So relieved!

 I got the results last Tuesday that my thyroid gland is normal, no enlargement, no nodules.  I had a sound sonogram.    {see what I did there??}

 Which is excellent news!   But then why do I have so much trouble staying level??

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What a beautiful thyroid gland you have, Melinda!


Why, thank you!!   Yours is lovely too, I’m sure!



Then, the next day, the Dr. herself calls to tell me she has to lower my med dose again.   What??    After being suicidal for that week, you want to lower it again????   sigh   Here we go again, back on the merry-go-round.

Now I have an endrocrinologist appointment in May.    I know I’ll have more testing to go through.   But, hopefully he can figure out how to help me!

And you know I’ll be sure to let you know the outcome!!

Speaking of #2

The First Part of the Story.

(Sorry, just couldn’t help myself, with that title!!)

The Dr. told me I had:

Kidney disease.


What??  I’d never had any kidney problems before….  Well, except the UTI  2 weeks ago.

Realization dawned on me, as I sat there in shock, crying.  I’m dying!!  Like, immediately!!

If your kidneys crap out, it’s dialysis then death!  A really grim picture!


Visions of my quickly approaching death ran thru my mind.  Then, being me, I started to plan my funeral.  Would everybody wear purple, like I want them to???

I went out to the car, hobbling on my walker, and called Mama, still justa bawling.

Mama! I’m dying! Like right now!”

Of course, she was shocked, and tried to get down to the bottom of it.

Long story short, I made up my mind that I wanted to LIVE!!

And I knew that involved some BIG, and serious changes.  So, I decided to change.

Sweet friend had a Wheat Belly Cookbook.

(Don’t ask me why, he doesn’t eat Gluten-free.  But he usually has 1 of anything I ever say I need, packed away somewhere.  NO!!  He’s NOT a Hoarder!!  How dare you suggest that??  He’s just prepared!  😉  )

A life saver!

A life saver!

So, I read it, that night.

To Be Continued….


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speaking of #1…..

Speaking of toilet paper…(I know we weren’t, but I wanted to use a segue today, and that was the chosen one. Just go along with my little delusion, okay? I promise it won’t hurt. No pebbles in your shoes here.)

Lately in my physical recovery, I’ve been using less t.p.

My favorite brand of tp in the world!!

My favorite brand of t.p. in the world!!

This is a big deal to me.  All my life I’ve had IBS symptoms, even tho I was never diagnosed.  I remember as early as 8 years old, running to the bathroom immediately after every  meal. Mama thought I was just trying to get out of doing the dishes!  She really didn’t realize there was a real physical issue.  As I grew older, I began to realize that wasn’t how others reacted to eating. Why was I different?  What was wrong with me??

Learned about IBS, recognized symptoms, but just thought that’s how it was.

8 years ago, approximately, I found out I was allergic to wheat. Still, I made no change.

Then, in about March, my Counselor took me to see another counselor, Kelly.  She told me about GAPS, Guts and Pyschology Syndrome.

Available on Amazon

Available on Amazon

She followed the diet, and her son also, who was having terrible times.  She lost lots of weight, and his symptoms cleared up entirely.  I was glad for her, but very skeptical for myself.  I know me, I DO NOT DO diets well, AT ALL.  (Kinda spoiled brattish, there.)

So, I chalked it up to, “Well, sounds okay, and I’m glad it’s working for her, BUT…..”

Now, mind you, I was already on a walker, from falling so much, last year.  And so weak, I was evaluated for a powerchair.  AND, I already KNEW I was allergic to wheat, which was one of the big things talked about in the book.

So, why didn’t I do something about all the information??

Because I’m a pig-headed, stubborn, mulish….. (You get the idea.)

Then, when I went to the Dr. on April 9th, and she told me my blood test results, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.

To Be Continued…