We know what the mood swings, round the clock hot flashes (I'm only 39!), fatigue, three month constant PMS with no "relief," damn the whole world to hell has been about.
A little something called my thyroid.
Seems my body has been making anti-bodies to attack it.
Note to body: Stop it already!
I've been walking around with a broken thermostat. First comes a chill I can't shake. Two minutes later, I'm peeling off layers of clothes.
My wonderful doctor says it is a permanent condition and I need to treat it with medication. I listen. I get the prescription. I start taking the thyroid pills. But I don't believe her.
You see, I've shook hands with a 33 year old man who was severely autistic as a child. He is not autistic now. No traces. He graduated from Brown University and has a successful career.
I have a girl who was once my demon, but is now my joy.
I googled thyroid and the first picture that came up showed the little butterfly gland right there in front of the voice box.
Interesting. This, as I begin to send out manuscripts.
Dear Little Thyroid,
Let's find out what you really need, and give it to you.
* photo from www.abc.net.au