The kids are out of school (boo!) but summer school starts a week from Monday (yay!). Don't get me wrong: I love them and love spending time with them. However, trying to get the house packed with them around is a Sisyphean task, and the time is drawing closer to The Move. Things have to get done, and they need to be done soon. I want to pack as much as I can now so I can have at least a little bit of time before The Move to have fun in Lexington with the kids and see some friends as well.
All of this is made more difficult by my own fatigue. Since I had the total thyroidectomy a couple of months ago, I have been really tired. I don't mean the normal end-of-the-day tired; I mean I-can't-make-it-through-the-day-with-a-clear-thought-or-without-a-nap kind of tired. Having two little kids running around makes the nap situation impossible, and loads of caffeine haven't helped, either. I wake up after a full night's sleep feeling utterly unrefreshed and unwilling to start the day. I have never been a morning person, but it's really getting ridiculous. My follow-up appointment with my endocrinologist was scheduled for the first week of July, but I knew I couldn't make it that long without seeing him. I was able to get an appointment to see his Physician's Assistant, and when I got off the phone, I wept with relief.
As soon as I got to the office the day of my appointment, the nurse took a blood sample and sent it off to the lab. I had to wait an hour for my results before I could see the PA, so I was glad I had my Kindle with me. (And, by the way, what's up with that scheduling? My appointment was at 1:00: shouldn't I have arrived at noon for the blood test so my appointment could really be at 1:00 instead of 2-ish? Call me crazy, but that just might have worked!) As soon as I finally saw the PA, she asked me to describe my symptoms. That wasn't difficult because there were almost too many to list. After my litany of complaints, she told me that a normal TSH (thyroid-stimulating hormone) level is 0.4 to 6.0. The doctor is actually trying to keep my level to the lower side, around 0.4, because too much TSH in my system could trigger regrowth of the cancer. The PA studied my lab results and let me know that my TSH level was at a 42. So, yeah, things were pretty out of whack. I cried then, too, because I was relieved that the fatigue wasn't just in my head. The PA upped my dose of Synthroid immediately, but the meds take a long time to work. She said it could be months or even over a year before I feel like myself again. Hey, thanks, PA. (There may have been more tears at that point, but I don't want to embarrass myself further.)
|Synthroid, cruel mistress of my fate|
I totally understand that my body has been through a lot, and as my awesome hairstylist Justin said this morning, apparently the thyroid just isn't something to mess around with. Logically, I know it's going to take time and adjustment to get me to the level where I need to be. Emotionally, though, I am totally OVER it. I don't have time to be exhausted: Mama has a house to pack. I want to see my friends before we move, get pumped up for my niece's graduation party (and have I mentioned she's going to play volleyball at Purdue next year? Squeeeeee!), finish packing, play with my kids, and not feel like I'm living in a dense fog every moment of every day. This isn't who I am. I do everything at warp speed, and I love crossing things off my daily to-do list. I do not love feeling sub-par at best. I had faith before that everything would turn out okay after the surgery, and I have faith now that I'll return to normal again someday. But, man, I really wish that someday could be today.
Okay, I'm done whinging. (That's a little Harry Potter reference for y'all.)
By the way, does anyone out there want to buy my house? Please? :)