I was diagnosed at 16 with hyperthyroidism and was put on carbimazole and propranolol to help lower my heart rate. I was taken off the approximately 3/4 years later and given radioactive therapy to shrink a growth on my thyroid. I was advised that this could mean I may become under active eventually. Inevitably, I ended up becoming under active some time later. I was put on levothyroxine (unfortunately I can't remember dosages or time frames). At 22 I had my daughter and from memory I had quite a good pregnancy and to this day she still is very healthy! A couple of years later I was diagnosed with depression but wasn't entirely sure why I felt that way, and I was put on antidepressants. (Flag - thyroid issues can cause depression) I took antidepressants for a couple of years. Eventually I decided to ween myself off of them and had looked into health and fitness, which led me to eating a clean diet and exercising a lot. I can't remember if it was at this point I stopped taking my thyroxine, but at some stage I did because I felt that better nutrition was how I wanted to look after my body. However, I know from blood test results during this time, stopping medication wasn't the best idea but I didn't want to take medication for the rest of my life, particularly as I was only about 24 at this time. When my GP asked me 'why aren't you taking your medication?' I ignorantly responded 'is it going to kill me if I don't?!' but my Doctor just stayed silent, probably in disbelief. If I could go back and smack myself across the face I would.
Throughout my adult life I continued to suffer with mental health issues. I would have episodes of extreme highs and then incredibly depressed. It was affectig my relationships and how I felt at work. I eventually referred myself to the Mental Health services where I eventually was diagnosed with Emotional Unstable Personality Disorder and Mixed Anxiety Disorder. During this time I recall taking my thyroxine medication again as it was suggested that this may have contributed to how I felt. At one point I was given medication called Sertraline and for my first dose, was told by the mental health doctor to take 300mg on the first evening. The next day I was to take 600mg from then on. As this was a new medication I made sure I read the leaflet from front to back, and the leaflet even stated that beginning doses should typically be started at around 50mg and increased if required, so I was a bit confused and slightly concerned that the Dr felt I needed such a high dose. I did as I was told. At 9pm I took it on an empty stomach and the next thing I remember was being woken up at 1.30pm the following afternoon by my friend frantically trying to wake me up. That day was my 28th birthday. When I had taken the medication at 9pm I had passed out and not plugged my phone into it's charger and my battery died. My friend panicked because she knew about me starting medication and sensed something was wrong when she couldn't get through to me. An ambulance was called and I was taken to a&e because my blood pressure and sugar levels were dangerously low and they couldnt pick up a good trace of my heart on the EKG. That experience traumatised me. At that moment I stopped taking both levothyroxine and the sertraline, because my trust in medicine was gone. Albeit, now it seems irrational and irresponsible, when you feel that you have been treated negligently by a doctor who is supposes to help you, you lose all faith in everything. Every night (even now) I have anxiety attacks about dying in my sleep.
After stopping the medication, over the next few years I began noticing other health problems. I was diagnosed with bone disease in my spine after suffering from sciatica. I have joint/muscle pains and cramps regularly. One night I was chewing on my finger nail and my bottom tooth broke. I wouldn't have been as surprised as I was if my nails were hard, but my fingernails had become thin and weak. A few months later, another tooth broke as I drove over a pot hole and my teeth slammed together.
It was common for me to suffer with constipation or diarrhea. Flashback to me aged 3 in hospital after bleeding from my ears, nose and bowel with no explanation..
Back to the present, I would always be cold. No matter what, my hands and feet would always be ice cold. Even at work in the office I would sit with a hat and coat on, knowing I would sweat and stink by the time I would get home but I could not stop trembling from feeling cold.
Constantly feeling like I had no energy and struggling to concentrate or remember anything, but being a single Mum working a full time job with unsociable hours and often being kept on with no notice, I was expected to just get on with it. No one would truly understand and any time ai would talk about feeling stressed or unwell, it was boring. I felt depressed and fed up that I would never feel better again.
Eventually, at 2am one Monday morning I woke up sweating, feeling extremely nauseous, short of breath and feeling my heart racing in my chest. Whenever I would try to sit up I went dizzy and felt myself starting to pass out. I knew something wasn't right. I called 111 (the non emergency number for medical advice) and after having a conversation with the operator they advised I go to a&e - my home from home! So I got an Uber to hospital and was admitted for the day and following night for observations. They discovered some minor problems with my heart but because I had always had chest pains as a child, it was put down to episodes of pericarditis. Now I don't understand how I can have an episode of that, but to explain it better, whenever I lay in the bath, or in bed or sit in a certain position I get chest pains. I spoke to my GP about this a few years ago, bearing in mind I've had these pains since I was a child, and my GP's response was 'all women get chest pains'. To me I felt like he thought I was a hypochondriac. So I never discussed it again. Back at hospital I had numerous scans and EKG's/ECG's that showed a right bundle branch block and some other fancy words, but this is aparently something a person with 'normal' health can have and it isn't a concern. I was told I had iron-deficiency anemia and my kidney function was low. In all honesty, and I don't care how dramatic this sounds, but I generally felt like I was going to die. I was put on ferrous sulfate and put back on levothyroxine, after having multiple doctors give me the death stare when they discovered I had stopped taking my medication. I was to have a kidney scan later in the week - which was fine, but required further blood tests to check up on it.
To date I have been off sick from work for 3 weeks. Every day is different, to the point where I feel like this all feels in my head and then later that day I feel just as bad as I did when I took myself to hospital. I called 111 again a couple of nights ago after waking up at 1.30am sweating, feeling short of breath and dizziness and having diarrhea. The paramedics checked me out and said everything seemed fine but my heart matched the report on my discharge paperwork - so it wasn't new information that it was irregular. They told me a&e would kick me out if I had diarrhea and they suspected I had probably picked up a bug. Well I havent had diarrhea or vomitting since, but I stayed home and slept it off. I'm still feeling nauseous and extremely anxious. I am currently on 50mg of levothyroxine and 200mg of ferrous sulfate twice daily on alternate days. I anticipate that I will need to increase the dosage soon. It's just a horrible journey and illness to have. Granted, there are a lot worse out there and I am grateful every day for the level of health I still have. But when it cokes to affecting how I have no energy to entertain my own child, concentrate on work, remembering simple things, having to worry about what I eat, constantly anxious that I might not wake up tomorrow.. I just want to be in a place where I am well enough to go out and not stress that I need to be near a toilet if I become unwell (hello anxiety) and have the energy to be a better parent and go to work and feel like I'm making a contribution, not stressing that my sickness record will get me sacked!
All the best to anyone else here who stuck through that story, and if you too are suffering with this condition or any other illness then my thoughts go out to you.
God bless x