Are You on Thyroid Meds?

It's been almost a week. I'm noticing slight changes. I'm getting up in the morning better. That's about it. But the doctor did say it could be a couple weeks before I notice things.

I've had this weird headache come on today. It doesn't feel like a sinus/allergy headache. It is located at the top and back of my head and it is also making it hard to read. I'm wondering if it's hormonal? (TMI alert) It's that time and I'm wondering if since I've got the thyroid meds in me, if my monthly cycle will begin to be weird until things are regulated? Phil told me to drink a Coke. LOL. I took some Tylenol to see if it would help. So far it hasn't.

Coke is next on the list.
Then a sinus pill, just in case.

Or maybe I'm just getting a cold?

Update--The Doctor Called

His first words were, "Congratulations Doctor, you have correctly diagnosed yourself!" I laughed. He makes fun of me because I do so much research before I come see him. He said, "You are extremely hypothyroid."

We were both relieved that I wasn't diabetic. He also said my cholesterol wasn't ideal, but we're not addressing that right now because he believe as soon as we get the meds going and things regulated that the cholesterol problem will correct itself, or rather, correcting the thyroid issues will set things right.

Honestly, I'm thrilled to find out I'll be feeling better soon! I'm the heaviest I've ever been in my life and I'm so tired all the time. (That's just part of it, the list of symptoms is atrocious!)

So--here's to hypothyroidism and feeling better soon!

Donated Breastmilk Saves Baby Isabella's Life

Isabella was born premature and weighed one pound, 2/3 ounces on Jan. 9, 2008.
(Photo credit: Jerry Sciulli)

I saw this on the news the other night. I was eating dinner while watching the news--something I don't do too often. I had one of those cries that are good and bad at the same time. Still today, reading the article again, I am at once heartbroke and full of awe and amazement.

It is also one of those moments that somehow still come, more infrequent now, yet, it happens nonetheless. The "ninnies" (as Zane called them) feel the let-down again. The sensation that it's time to nurse hits full force and I don't understand how, five years after Zane weaned, I can feel as if I could pick up a baby right now and nurse. But it happens.

And I wish I still had milk I could donate.

I don't want to summarize the story. Please, go watch or read it yourself.

Click here to watch the video.

Click here for the online article.

Click Here: Learn More About the International Breast Milk Project.

Pilates for Dummies

In the last 5 days, I've done Pilates 4 times. Yesterday I had such a killer sinus headache that I could barely function. I guess I should have done them anyway, but I didn't. So I moved on and got up early today to:

• Journal
• Pray
• Do Pilates
• Make Phil's lunch
• and now I'm here.

I might have a thyroid problem--I'm making an appointment to get that checked. In the meantime, I'll just have to pretend that there is no reasonable explanation for my weight gain other than I'm lazy and I eat too much. LOL

I took a thyroid quiz online just now. It said I answered 30 out of 41 questions in a way that would indicate that I have a problem and I have a 73% chance of having an under active thyroid so I should see my physician very soon.

In 2006, I started at around 200 when I did the Weight Watchers point system. I didn't go to meetings or pay or anything like that, I just followed the points. I lost about 15lbs in 3 months and went from an 18 pants to a 14. I stayed that way for quite some time.

Then something happened over the last year and I've gained about 35-40lbs. That is just incredibly ridiculous!! I'm not gorging or eating non-stop. I don't have a horrible diet. I mean, I can see gaining back what I lost, but wow. This is honestly just uncalled for.

So I'll do Pilates. And go to the doctor. And figure this out. Because I'm fat, I'm tired all the time, I'm having intestinal issues, and I can't figure out what is going on.

I Hate Being Sick

I barely made it out of bed at all yesterday.

My fever: 102.2

My fever dream: The short story I'm working on for the Indiana Horror Writers anthology was printed out on a table. I saw a huge, god-like semi-colon in the air above it. A big freaking semi-colon. I said (to the semi-colon, mind you) "What are you doing there?" It said, "Two parts are not supposed to be together, but I make it so"

The best part of the day:

Zane: "Are you feeling okay, Mommy?"

Me: "No, I feel horrible."

Zane: "I can pray for you."

Me: Start crying

Zane: Puts my head on his chest and prays that Mommy feel better.


Today: No fever. Oh the faith of a child.