I've been struggling a little bit the last few weeks months, and kind of just assumed it was the perimenopause. Or my age. Or maybe I was a little depressed? But as I was marinating in all my feelings and frustrations the other day I realized I've felt all of this before. And back then it turned out to be my autoimmune stuff. I have Hashimotos which is the easiest autoimmune disorder you can be afflicted with. If you have to have one, you want this one. It's generally very well controlled and for the most part the worst of it is fatigue. But sometimes the little symptoms kind of sneak up on you until you're feeling all of them at once and that's a little harder to keep pushing through.
My current complaints are fatigue, weight gain, and feeling down. And when I realized what this is probably from I reached out to my doctor. But here's where the bad timing comes in. Doc is away this week. Of course he is. (Bad timing is my thing after all.) I mean it's fine, what's one more week of the blahs right? But the frustrating part is the NP that was answering his messages was so dismissive. She looked at my last labs and said my numbers looked good and asked if I'm taking the medication properly. Come on lady, I've been dealing with this for ten years now. I know how to take the meds. Sometimes the numbers can be in range technically, but the symptoms don't lie, and a little med tweak can patch me right up. All she needed to say was that she'd pass along the message. Talking at me like I'm incompetent was not helpful. Sigh. I'll just chalk it up to the bad timing. And I'm probably just irritable cause you know... Hashimotos.
I feel like I've been whining a lot on the blog lately. My apologies. Thanks for sticking with me. Hopefully doc will be back soon and I'll be back to a happier weird horse lady.
