Update: I hit the figurative wall last week. “Depleted” has been my adjective of choice. My doctor, seeing how I’m getting worse and not better, has pulled me off my job as a middle school teacher through the rest of the calendar year. Right now, my return to work date is the start of the second semester–January 6. More in a later post.
Ugh. I’m really getting tired of this. Forgive my whining, but I could use an outlet.
I was diagnosed with the autoimmune disease Hashimoto’s thyroiditis in August. Thankfully the solid nodule discovered is benign, and my bloodwork numbers are more normal-ish now that I’m on synthroid. My energy levels are much better–the insane swings of crazy-drunk-fatigue and wired-insomnia have quieted. But, the awful body aches and severe headaches remain, and if anything, are becoming more frequent and more severe. 800mg of ibuprofen is a squirtgun on a bonfire and is essentially useless.
It’s so early in my diagnosis and treatment, my docs are still more or less waiting and seeing how things go. Right now, my endocrinologist wants to wait until I’m seen by a rheumatologist as some of my bloodwork numbers suggest something might be wrong in that direction as well. Apparently, autoimmune diseases are like potato chips–you often don’t have just one. She also suspects fibromyalgia, but doesn’t know the pressure point test.
I had a wicked headache Wednesday that flattened me, so I took a day off yesterday. I determined to go at least sit on my horse–do something for my mind, if not my body. I haven’t ridden in two months. So, after turning him out and tacking up, we did about 10min of walk/trot/canter in a round pen before just going on a walk around the property. It felt GREAT. I was smiling seconds after putting my butt in the saddle. I knew I’d need to rest, so I was home a little after 10am to pour myself into the couch.
And…that’s all I could do the rest of the day. My body was screaming at me. It wasn’t the muscles–it was my joints. And that whole-body-ache-throb thing was on fire. I was almost nonfunctional the rest of the day.
I went back to work today, but felt that same flavor of horrid all day. My joints are horribly sore, my hands and feet are swollen, and my body aches are throbbing such that I can feel the constant pulsation in my hands, feet, teeth. It’s depressing and discouraging as crap.
This morning, I’m muscle-sore, but that’s normal. I miss riding, and I really WANT to because it strengthens my core–invaluable for my trunk as I’ve had two back surgeries and need to keep that area strong to support my weakened spine.
It’s hard not to think about just retiring (at 40!!), or switching to part time, or going on disability, something. I can’t bear the thought, especially on days like today when one of my biggest PITA students tells me with a big grin that I’m “the best teacher ever” and I’m just so fair and nice. The good days are fine. The bad days are almost unbearable.
I don’t know what to do right now except wait for the appointment with the rheumatologist in two weeks.
But dammit, I just want to feel better. And I really want to ride my horse.