September 18, 2014
At last I have a name for many of the physical problems that put me in a wheelchair and shrunk my world. Hashimoto’s thyroditis. My immune system is attacking my thyroid causing it to become underactive.
My fatigue, cold and numb hands and feet, dry scaly skin, muscle and joint aching and stiffness, weakness, depression, motion sickness, nausea, dizziness, high blood pressure, rheumatoid arthritis, and losing my hair are all probably caused by this disease.
My doctor doesn’t want to prescribe medication at this time because the side effects could worsen other problems I have, namely paroxismal atrial tachycardia and osteoarthritis. But I can do a lot with diet and supplements. I’m reading up on it now.
It took me six years to convince my doctor that something was wrong with me. He thought it was nothing but anxiety. I finally asked him to do a thyroid test, which he did.
I don’t like having this disease. But it’s good to finally know what’s wrong so I can fight it.
Really, I have much to be grateful for. I’m in pretty good shape for a woman in her late 80’s. I can still take care of myself. And my animals. I can see and hear and appreciate. I have my mind. And the sun still shines most of the time.