It’s been a long time since I posted here. I haven’t been writing much at all, actually. See, a while back I started suffering a lot of fatigue. I was doing two Zumba classes a week and walking a bit too, but I slowly dropped more and more because I just couldn’t find the energy. In the evenings you’d often find me lying on the sofa because I was too tired to sit up. Sometimes I’d cry over how exhausted I felt. I didn’t go to the doctor. I figured they’d say I needed to lose weight and do more exercise, which really didn’t seem achievable when normal living wore me out and sugar was all that got me through the day. So I struggled on, usually doing the bare minimum to keep everything running, for around 18 months.
Strangely enough, what actually got me to the doctor was developing carpal tunnel syndrome. Actually, I initially protested that diagnosis because I couldn’t think how I could have that as it’s generally a repetitive strain injury. I had it once before, when I was using the breast pump. A hands-free pumping bra took care of that. This time I couldn’t think of anything I did enough of to cause it. However, when I read a little about it, one thing that came up was that it could be a symptom of hypothyroidism.
The thyroid is a hormone-producing gland in the neck that you don’t notice until it goes wrong. When it does, it can cause havoc. The three most common symptoms of an underactive thryoid, which is what I have, are fatigue, weight gain and depression. If not diagnosed and treated, it can do a lot more damage behind the scenes. The bad news is, it’s incurable. The good news is, it can be treated by medication. [Also, it got me an NHS medical exemption certificate, so I now get all my prescriptions free.]
I’ve been on the meds for a few months now. Things are a little better, although we’re still playing with the dose. I’m trying to be a bit more active, and hopefully I can start to rebuild my fitness.
So that’s where I am, health wise. The other significant events in the past year were that my father passed away unexpectedly, the day after my 33rd birthday, and yesterday my daughter started school. I don’t mind telling you that I’ve cried plenty over both. But life keeps on happening, whether we like it or not.
Hope you’re well.