To your health

Today we go sideways. About a month ago, my doctor called with some news.  ” Hashimoto has occured.” “Is that a super power?” I asked. The urgency in my doctor’s voice clearly demonstrated that this was not a casual illness.   Medication had to be started right away.  Medication for what?  My thyroid is under attack.  My body’s immune system wants to eject the thyroid like a cat ejects a hair ball. Lord Google broke the bad news: medication for the rest of my life. Merde. Thus began more blood work.  More sonograms . No cure exists.  No surgery can stop it.  No amount of blood-letting or leeches can cure this ailment.  It’s genetic. I should have paid more heed to the obvious symptoms such as fatigue.  A lot of energy for three or four hours and then in some narcoleptic fashion I’d pass out.  In my car, at the library, in the barber chair. Since starting the medication, I feel 10 years younger.  Ton of ...