Ok, no more going over 50mcgs. 50 is simply my body’s threshold, like it or not. My heart is too racy over 50mcgs. It also makes my TD act up. Just when things were looking up the first 8 hours after spiking, my heart ended up racing for about 4 hours. Then it backed off for another 4 hours, then suddenly started racing again while I was lying in bed reading. I wasn’t anxious or scared having a better understanding of things and because Tom was home, but I was very frustrated and annoyed.

Tom doubted it was the extra meds, but it’s too coincidental and too noticeable not to be. Sure our hearts are slightly elevated if we have a big meal like I was having when it first happened, but it shouldn’t be to the point where it’s that annoying and makes us uncomfortable. It’s too bad too, cuz I was fine the first 8 hours and thought, “Oh good. Maybe my body really did just react strangely to the candy I had last weekend, and maybe I really can spike.”

But just like when this first happened, I know my body and I know it was the meds. Could I live with it? Yeah, I think so. But it’s a really shitty thing to have to live with on weekends, so it’s definitely not worth it. It’s annoying when it races when I’m just laying in bed, but if I was cleaning or we were working out at the time that would only escalate it even more. Like throwing fuel on a fire. Why bother when it’s not a matter of life or death anyway?

After I get my test results, I definitely plan to let Doc O know online that 50 is as high as I can go. Maybe someday when my thyroid is completely dead that will change, but not now.

sighs really thought this would be a lot simpler than it has been. I thought that if you get a bum thyroid, you simply take medication and that’s it. I had no idea it would be this painstakingly complicated. If I could just stay on 50, though, then it should be fine. I’ll still have to suffer constant water retention and these ever-so-long PMS trips that are the only symptoms not yet alleviated, and my weight will definitely be locked in for life, but I’d rather the water than the racing heart, and I can be just as happy at 145 pounds as I could have been at 120.

Today I am a little jittery as my body drops back to the 50mcgs it’s more comfortable at. Still can’t help but wonder if things happen for a reason or by chance. There is evidence to suggest both are possible, but as Tom said, we can never know for sure.

Later…

Anyone reading this ever get monthly samples from either Ipsy or Birchbox? If so, do you like/not like them? I was thinking about Ipsy, but IDK. I’m so damn blind that I rarely put on the makeup I’ve had sitting around here for a while now. They don’t just have makeup, though. They have other beauty products such as things for hair and nails.

It’s been a wet and quiet Sunday. Tom pulled the old Ford out for a bath in the rain to get the dust off of it. It’s being sold to a junkyard for $125.

Earlier we went to Walmart and I got some new boy shorts. I got Hanes size 7 and Fruit of the Loom size 8. Hanes is the winner. Size 8 is too big, and I like the Hanes cut better. Size 7 is a touch loose on me, but comfortable. I don’t like tight clothing of any kind.

So we came back, waved to Bob and Virginia, who were on their way out, and now we’re just relaxing. Hanging together and doing our own thing as well.

Speaking of Bob, I saw him take in the bins of the double-door garage and the lady across from us, even though they were home and they aren’t that disabled, from what I’ve seen. How nice of him. Bob sure is in great shape for his age. I just hope he stays as quiet as he has been. I hear enough shit around here during the week.

I had dreams that were scary, strange, sad, happy and pretty much a mix of everything.

I don’t know if I was in some jail or what, but I guess I was being detained by this cop who went through my purse to find some loose ibuprofen pills. I worried that he would think they were illegal drugs. There were also these strange leaves in my purse and I thought they were going to insist they were from marijuana plants and arrest me. The thought of being in jail and unable to get any thyroid meds for a while suddenly scared me. I knew they would “happen” to take a week or two to give them to me and that I could forget about them monitoring my doses and all that as is important with any Hashimoto’s patient. Just as my worst fears were forming in my mind, though, the guy let me go. I was so relieved and happy that I promised him a “good word” on my blog. Oh, he’d have gotten anything but that in real life, LOL.

In another dream, we were at the airport getting ready to leave Hawaii and I was sad because I didn’t want to leave. The strange part was that we seemed to have shared a huge hotel room with other people.