After dealing with swings of insomnia and extreme-drunk-feeling fatigue, migraines, stubborn belly weight, heart palpitations, severe body aches, near-fainting, and literally every symptom listed at the MayoClinic for this condition, I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis. In essence, my body has decided my thyroid is an invader and it needs to DIE DIE DIE! A blood test confirmed the presence of the anti-thyroid antibodies; 0-34 is normal range; 150 is diagnostic for the condition; I scored a 404. WHOO!..hoo.
I have had a notable increase in severity and frequency of symptoms in the last few months. Super. Some days, I feel so crappy I don’t feel like going to the barn–really? I’d rather lie on the couch??
I’ve started medication (that I’ll be on all my life as the condition has no cure–it stops only when the thyroid is dead or they remove it) but it’ll take 6-8 weeks to feel any improvement.
Bonus round: a 1cm solid nodule was found via ultrasound on my left thyroid lobe. These singular solid nodules (as opposed to fluid-filled cysts) are more likely to be cancerous in folks with my condition. Suuuuuper. More likely than with other folks, but still not typically the case. So, I’ve got that going for me.
My GP has referred me to an endocrinologist, so I need to wait for them before a biopsy or whatever is done.
I disapprove.
But hey, at least it explains why I feel like I’ve been beaten with a bag of potatoes after a ride, and why my heart rate can’t figure out when to slow down after exercising.
An answer is far, FAR better than a mystery.