Good News, a rarity

The good news is that the headaches were, seemingly, caused by imbibing wine, not by the medication, and the foggy grogginess that muffled my head every morning was more likely caused by my late-term cold than the little purple pills I have to take. So that's some pretty good news, right? My meds are hardly affecting me at all - it's only the unsurprisingly poor life choices I've made recently that have affected my health negatively. Drinking will lead to hangovers when you wake up, and going to a gym, no matter what kind of 'commitment to cleanliness' they purport to have, will most likely lead to getting a cold if you touch a germ-ridden machine or barbell and then touch something on or near your face. Life lessons learned. Moving on.

I was talking to my sister yesterday about my new condition, and L., who is medically knowledgable, asked if Dr. Thomas has explained to me why she thought I developed hypothyroidism, which is more commonly seen in older women. I told L. that I hadn't even thought to ask, that my conversation with Dr. Thomas was brief and I, for the most part, was kind of in shock and could only give her the phone number of the local CVS before we hung up and I had a chance to actually realize what was going on. Since I'll be back in the doctor's office in 8 weeks, I made a mental note (that I will hopefully remember) to ask her about it then. After all, it is a pretty damn relevant question: why DID I develop hypothyroidism at age 27?

I can't seem to find any simple answers online (not like that's a huge surprise), though I did find out that the American Thyroid Association is located in nearby Falls Church, VA. I wonder if I could contact them, take a tour of their location. Do they need a spokesperson? I could use the extra cash...

But seriously, what I did learn was that no one is immune from thyroid problems. Though it's more common in women than in men, younger women are likely to get the condition as well. And I'm thankful that we caught this early, Dr. Thomas and I. I'd hate to think of what my head might look like had I not seen the doctor when I did. And I'd hate to have to face comprehensive exams with no energy whatever, no ability to concentrate. So I have hypothyroidism at 27. It's treatable. I can live with this. And getting diagnosed now is way better than being bald at tired by 30.