When my antidepressants were doubled, I felt sure that would get things under control. I noticed a rapid reduction in my scarier symptoms and a change in my mindset in regards to feeling worthless but there were still symptoms which remained or worsened which affected my day-to-day life and made it all seem so hard.
I eventually remembered to mention to my doctor that my cycles were way off (202 days late – I know, I should have mentioned it WAY before). Some blood tests were ordered and came back showing a low functioning thyroid and a suggestion of PCOS. I saw the look of relief on my doctor’s face – so many things could be explained and, hopefully, cleared up. He ordered more blood tests which confirmed hypothyroidism and got me started on a low dose of a synthetic thyroid hormone.
As a hypochondriac, I have a ban on googling health issues so got James to look up my diagnosis and his reply was basically “This makes so much sense.”
He sent me a list of signs you’re not making enough thyroid hormone (my symptoms are bolded);
- fatigue and low energy levels
- slow heart rate
- unexplained weight gain/struggles losing weight
- intolerance to cold temperatures
- body fatigue, muscle aches
- dry, coarse skin
- puffy face
- hair loss
- problems with concentration
- goitre (enlarged thyroid gland)
- elevated blood cholesterol level
- changes in the menstrual cycle
- carpal tunnel syndrome
and I felt a mixture of relief, hope and frustration at another new issue to work out and fight.
I am now three weeks into the new treatment and the only thing that has changed so far is that I now feel nauseous every night. I know it can and will take a while to start working and even then there might be adjustments to dosage. Some days I am super positive about it all, grateful that we have discovered this and have started treatment.
Some days I feel so exhausted and frustrated and impatient for things to kick in so we can know if adjustment is needed. Some days I feel so overwhelmed at my lack of energy I just want to curl up and cry. Most days, though, I do what I have to do; making choices along the way. Will I have enough energy left to take the girls to Physie if I wash and hang two loads of washing? Most days, I don’t have the strength to make my own lunch, I know the things which are essential and that need my energy like keeping my family fed, in clean clothes, at their activities and with clean dishes and that’s what I focus on. I have little to no appetite since doubling my antidepressants so that doesn’t seem like a huge deal.
So, that’s where I’m at. How are YOU?
ETA: I shared a vlog on youtube with some of the points I felt I had missed here. Some will overlap, thanks for watching if you do