Oh yeah, happy holidays. So did I mention that along with the other hell I’ve been dealing with that for the past few days my throat has had a constant swollen feeling like I’m choking (but not visibly swollen and no issues swallowing)? Basically it’s fine when I stand up but when I lie down on any side it feels like I’ve got something pushing up against it, and it’s made it terrifying to try to get comfortable, much less fall asleep and stay asleep. That and the LDN giving me cottonmouth at night as it’s side effect have made evenings less than restful, and now to the point of minor panic.
So Friday I called my primary care doctor and being it was the 23rd, she was not in the office, so I had to go to her backup who from a medical standpoint drew my blood and that was it, since there was no swelling to be seen or felt. I did get some cupping and acupuncture and light massage on my back, neck and shoulders, but medically the decision was to check my thyroid. I also got in to one of my massage therapist’s backups and had a really excellent massage that I wish I could get daily on those sore areas (the front and side
So with that, my results came in the next day, Christmas Eve. As we were watching the final scenes of Love Actually (my favorite holiday movies consist of that, The Family Man, and naturally, It’s a Wonderful Life, around 11:30pm my phone beeped for an incoming email. Thinking it was our Mum trying to connect with us since we had issues with the call going through to her side of the world, I checked it and saw that it was the lab results that the hospital automatically emails out when they come in.
The results? In just 3 weeks (with 2 of those weeks on estrogen), my TSH has tripled from 2.5 to 7.5.
Yes, 7 point fucking 5.
My T3 is normal, my T4 is slightly under range, and my Peroxidase (antibodies) have increased to 323. Thanks, Delestrogen.
My TSH hasn’t been that high since April when it was 8.4 during cycle 3. It’s never tripled during a cycle, so I’m fucking terrified to put it mildly. And don’t even ask me how the rest of Christmas Eve night went, as the ugly cry was in high gear. How can I ever expect an embryo to implant – ERA-receptive uterus or not – if my immune system goes apeshit every time there is estrogen in it? It feels like I’m a walking firewall against
The best part? No one to fucking talk to. Everyone is off this week.
And now? George Michael is dead. Fucking hell.
So while I try to deal with THAT, here is something beyond his beautiful music (god I loved Kissing A Fool back in the day…) that’s for celebrating, not mourning: