But, one thing I don't understand is why you take your T3 an hour after your levo. Why don't you take them all together? As long as they are at least an hour before food, or two/three hours after, it doesn't matter when you take them. Of course, different times make a difference to some people, but I've never found that the time I take it has any sort of effect.
Greygoose's comment, above, from another recent post made me think and I took it to heart: it was past midnight, last night, and I swallowed my T4, then, a couple minutes later, 10 mcg's of T3, then, maybe 30 minutes later, 10 more mcg's of T3. I left the last 10 mcg's of T3 in a bottle and fell asleep, only to wake up with warm hands and feet, a few hours later, an unusual occurrence for me, because I've “always” had, at late PM and early AM times, cold hands and feet for years, but now they were warm: until I woke up a couple of hours later with numbness in my left thumb and forefinger; which quickly went away, almost as soon as I woke up and began rubbing it, although it quickly began, again, to get cold(er) by the second. It was eight AM and I got up and realized my hands were becoming warm again. I sat down to eat breakfast, noticing my hands were becoming cold again and rubbed them, causing a slight warming yet again. And then, I felt (feel) as if I've been underdosed my whole life. I'm taking my last dose of 30mcg's of T3, that my endo so “generously” prescribes for me, all the time practically 'crying when I ask him to prescribe a little more T3and he acts as if he has been asked for the key to 'Fort Knox.'
I know, this sounds weird but only because it is (weird) as we human 'patients' (aka guinea pigs) go through so many 'changes' due to these hyper, hypo, “symptoms” as they alternate through our bodies, leaving us, human beings behind, with headaches, weight gains, weight losses, mind numbness, brainfogginess, and so many more “unexplainable happenings,” that, I feel, even the best of writer's cannot put these feelings into words.
It is, I believe, many times un-fathomable, almost as if I, a mere, mortal human being, am attempting to unlock the mystery of the spirit, of the soul, and there are no words “available” for me to choose from. And so, I sit here, banging away at my word processing computer and wonder, constantly: “why did this have to “happen to me?” And, I search my mind, my spirit, my soul, my thinking process and wonder: Where are the words? Where have they gone? Will I ever 'figure' them out? Will I ever be “cured?” Will I ever be healed, will I ever feel “normal” again, will I ever 'join' the human race again? Will I ever … will I ever … And I think: “only god knows,” but then I think: “No, not this time, not again, not this time, this time I am going to find out (what only “God” knows) because, obviously, the gods, those here on earth (aka medical doctors, specialists, endos, scientists, experts, writers, geniuses, etc.) don't really 'know' anything. I'm going to find out, oh yes, and then I'm going to tell the world, and be rejected, by the world, but, I'm going to find out … I'm going to find out … or (maybe) die trying.