I’m in a sour mood today. I wasn’t going to share any of this, but then I thought, why not? It’s my blog and I can do what I want. Plus, I like talking to those who comment and I feel like writing this out because I need to vent. And I want to get all this negativity out of my system so I can have a nice evening.
Remember a few weeks ago when I joked about my husband being sick HERE. Well, he is still sick and I am getting the horrible wife of 2013 award in the mail. We spent last Thursday night in the ER because he was having abdominal pain and we went to see a GI doc yesterday afternoon. I won’t go into detail because it is not my story to share, but please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. As far as we know it’s not anything crazy serious… but he is having an unpleasant procedure on Valentine’s day.
In early January, my doc discovered that I had a thyroid problem. I have been told by everyone it’s not big deal, but it is a big deal to me. I don’t know why, but I always view health problems as a sign of weakness and I’ve always been pretty invincible in that department. I never get sick and I’ve had a problem free life in regards to my health with only a few minor bumps here and there. I won’t even take Tylenol if I have a headache! So, when I find out I have some “condition” I need to treat forever, it’s kind of unsettling to me. I just want to be the same Shelli with no health probs! Not some 27 year old woman with a pill list.
I have been waiting for my appointment today with an Endocrinologist since my blood work came back in early January because I had so many questions. The doc was nice, confirmed everything I already knew and I CRIED. I’m sure it was a cocktail of things… worry about my husband, myself… being overwhelmed with my life in general at the moment, but I have cried all afternoon. I’m sure these emotions stem from my thyroid too, because apparently your thyroid affects EVERYTHING. Oh, and the doctors scale was like 4 pounds heavier than what mine said this morning. Bastards.
Long story short, she gave me 8 weeks of synthoid, told me I have Hashimoto’s thyroiditis and I went on my way, not to come back for 7 more weeks.
3. Why it’s Important to stretch when you are getting old
Last night during the Bachelor, I decided to jump up and do some squats and lunges. This morning when I stood up from bed, my lower back was killing me. I can just hear my husband (baseball coach) voice saying “ make sure your knees don’t pass your toes when you squat” and “did you stretch?” Clearly, I did neither of those things because my back f*cking hurts when I try to stand up straight.
So along with my husbands’ and my own declining health (yes- I am overly dramatic) I am having back trouble today. When did this happen? Why am I not still 22 and a spring chicken? I don’t want to get old or take synthoid. We are not even 30!
Sorry to be such a downer. Thanks for letting me share. I know our problems could be worse and we are very fortunate these small feats are all we are facing. Now I’m going to clean up my mascara and go pick up the BEST part of my day, my healthy, beautiful Kendall Grace!