The latest in my trilogy of “suck” posts (there may be more) and today I return to a topic close to my heart and even closer to my trachea, my buggered thyroid.
It’s been a few weeks now since I attempted to murder it. Since that time I have been chucking down handfuls of pills every day, including a triple dose of thyroid suppression pills, beta blockers, and a little white pill the purpose I which I forget (memory booster?).
The combined assault from the radioactivity and the suppression pills seems to be working because I feel I have now moved from being hyper thyroid to the less obviously named (unless you are a whizz at ancient Greek) hypo thyroid.
Symptoms include feeling depressed and I can confirm that I feel very depressed. Things I have to be depressed about: None. Things I am depressed about: Everything. I mean really, whats the point of living? And the cat has vomited. Again. Fuck, I’m so miserable.
Next up in the symptoms list is a lack of energy. Just was well that it is Songkran and I can’t go out and do much, because I wouldn’t if I could. Remember the polo shots I took more than a week ago? Still not processed. Some crucial documents to draft for the condo committee? Not so crucial that they can’t wait until tomorrow (repeat daily). Stuff I have accomplished over the past week: Nothing. If I wasn’t so depressed I would worry about it.
Never mind, my lack of energy allows me time to address another symptom; sleepiness. This one is easy to handle. I just lie down on a conveniently flat surface and take a nap; several times a day. I wake up refreshed, depressed and unwilling to tackle anything, which means I usually turn over and have another snooze.
Anyway, I need plenty of rest during the day because my nights are interrupted by symptom number four, muscle cramps. The usual target is a leg and I wake up screaming whilst extending the cramped leg in a vigourous fashion. Not much fun for the cats who are sleeping at the end of the bed. Poised to flee when they hear the scream, they find themselves being kicked across the room into the wall. Our relationship is becoming strained.
No so my relationship with She Who Must Be Obeyed who declared “I don’t care if you’re hyper or hypo, I will still love you”. Which was nice but didn’t stop me trying to remember which way I should slash my wrists to be totally effective. But then I decided I would find out the answer to that tomorrow because I needed a nice little nap first.
Thyroids suck, and it’s two more weeks before I visit the doctor again.
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2012-04-16| Grant saysOh dear! Well, I’m relieved the cause of your depression wasn’t seeing the photos of the inside of my shed, it certainly depresses me… Cramp, ah, the old complaint Bloodnok! Heaped teaspoon of baking soda in a glass water straight away, the big alkaline hit shifts it pretty quick. Or a 100mg Magnesium tablet once a day for ever, works for me. Good luck, we need you happy and productive, especially now the polo season’s over…
2012-04-16| Jock saysSpike, Have you tried Earthclinic.com
http://www.earthclinic.com/CURES/hypothyroidism_questions.html
This is only one of the search results pages but there are many fellow sufferers. If nothing else it´ll be a good read and if you don´t find a cure then you can post a link to your Pattaya Days posts to cheer them up.
Hope you find a solution soon.
2012-04-16| Spike saysThanks Jock; but not required. My hypo-thyroidism is self-induced and is just part of the process and I will be back to my usual self in a month or so; assuming I don’t top myself before then.
2012-04-16| Spike saysBut kicking the cats into the wall gives me just a small twinge of pleasure….
2012-04-16| Spanky saysWould it be wrong to ask for all your camera gear if you do manage to find out which way to cut your wrists? I promise to take photos of your funeral.
2012-04-16| Spike saysI expect The Son would have something to say about that. How about a couple of slightly damaged cats?
2012-04-16| Spanky saysAfter mine went to Buddha I’m done with slightly damaged cats.
2012-04-16| genuinej saysGet over it. You’re just getting old and depression comes along naturally, more so when you can’t even look forward to a meeting with the PMJ and his boss. Kicking the cats may well count against you if such meeting does occur, as may (attempted) thyroid murder. Ffs cheer up, your audience needs you. We’ve got enough depression of our own, already, especially those of us who don’t live in Thailand.
2012-04-17| Barry saysI’d suggest tackling one of those tasks, no matter how tough it is to get started. Having in the back (or front) of your mind that you should have done something that you haven’t leads to more tension and depression.
2012-04-20| billy the brush saysCome to Indonesia, we have large numbers of highly trained and well qualified medical personnel able to sort you out for 50,000 tops (about 5 bucks). Guaranteed cure. On the other hand maybe slashing your wrists might be safer.