Hi all, I hope everyone is well and in good health. Before I start, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who responded to my last post, particularly to those of you who I didn't get to reply to. It was all a bit overwhelming to hear everyone's stories and to read everyone's kind messages. I was brought to tears more than once while reading through them all. I really needed to hear some of the things that people took the time out of their days to send to me, so from the bottom of my heart - thank you.
Today is sadly shaping up to be a lot like the night that I wrote my last post. At the risk of writing yet another one of my sob-story eyesores for the forum, I'm alone at the moment and struggling to fight back tears as it's all becoming a bit much again. This week hasn't been so bad as I've had some positive feedback on my dissertation and other uni work, but on the other hand, I'm starting to struggle to cope with the workload in between feeling so unwell. One new-ish symptom that is becoming increasingly concerning to me is that I'm becoming quite forgetful, which isn't like me at all. On top of all my other, more usual symptoms, I strongly suspect that something has to be wrong with my absorption or my medication, as I definitely feel hypo but really shouldn't be.
I have an appointment with a private doctor next week who positively references both T3 and NDT on his website, and it honestly couldn't come any sooner (though with my track record of experiences seeing doctors, I'm not holding out much hope). My symptoms are of course different to how they were pre-thyroidectomy, but I'm starting to feel the same sense of despair and ill health that I did just a few months before making that terrible decision, so I definitely feel that I'm nearing some kind of breaking point.
I think part of what triggered me to make this post today is that my dad posted a photo of my sister and I from when we were younger to our family group chat last night. I looked so...normal back then, nothing like how I do now. I had no idea back then that I had the gene for a horrible illness that would completely turn my life upside down just a few years later. I don't even look the same way I did even a year and a half ago. I feel so ugly and almost disfigured from this illness, I'd be so embarrassed to run into any of my old friends from even my first or second year of uni.
Anyway, I'm just rambling now. The weather isn't amazing, but I think I'm going to take a walk to try and clear my head.