This could be long, be warned!!
I run my own business (interior accessories and gift shop plus website) and was actually diagnosed hypo the day I got the keys for the shop in May this year. I was incredibly scared at first as I wondered if I would cope but then I wanted this dream for so long, I am going to fight this damn illness (easier said than done!!)
Anyway, we (husband, teenage daughter & daughters friend) had planned a trip to London this weekend so closed the shop and looked forward to the trip. However hypo symptoms reared their ugly head and hampered my walking around London, even getting the tube was a pain as you have to climb so many blooming stairs to reach ground level!! I have an iron deficiency and felt like I needed oxygen every time I climbed the steps. I tried not to let everyone know i was struggling at times as I didn't want to be a pain plus I didn't want the damn illness to get the better of me. But it was tough and I hate how this illness zaps the energy out of you.
The kids spent one day in a museum so hubby took me off to the shops to treat me to a few bits as I had been feeling low. Ended up in Jigsaw loving so many of their clothes. Husband was ready with his credit card, what more could a girl want?? Well, I can tell you what a girl DOESN'T want, actually I'll expand that, I can tell you what a middle aged, hypothyroid woman doesn't want and that's a pretty, skinny young thing attempting to help. Ended up in the "small" changing room with a pile of clothes, not one thing looked right, needed bigger sizes in the things I did like, these didn't look right either, started to get all hot and flustered then caught sight of my body in just my underwear and burst out crying. Found out later, Husband in turn buried his head in his hands and welled up too as he knew I was struggling. Abandoned clothes and changing room and stood in the middle of Covent Garden bawling my eyes out.
We went to see Les Miserables (very appropriate) that evening and ended up crying again as lots of deaths and i then worried I would die and leave my lovely kids without a mum.
Finally returned home, shattered. Felt like I could have slept a week and ached all over.
Opened up the shop the next day (today) but actually now wishing I had of stayed in bed.
First piece of post a rejection of a credit application, second piece of post a bill for £200 for some advertising which I thought was only going to be a third of that, clearly someone has their wires crossed (no doubt me), third piece of post, a hand written letter from a valued customer saying she won't buy from me again as I had discussed what she had bought from me and how much she spent with another business owner up the road. I realised I had done this, felt totally unprofessional, ran to the toilets and howled. Returned with a puffy blotchy face, red eyes and didn't have any make up to patch me up I cannot believe I had discussed her purchase, it was only in passing, I wasn't gossiping but anguished over it all day.
The day was slow, takings were poor. I arrived home at 6pm, greeted my husband, then ran upstairs in floods of tears and lay on my bed in a dark room.
I'm ok now, I've got over it but just want fellow sufferers to know they aren't alone but selfishly want fellow sufferers to assure me this is perfectly normal for a hypo! I'm not going mad, am I???!!! xx