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Spent a good chunk of yesterday feeling unaccountably lazy and thick-brained. Kept trying to understand a problem I wanted to tackle, without success. I have figured out why it was so difficult! It has some something to do with how tired I am, and cold, and aching, and my throat hurts and the back of my mouth is puffy and bright red!

So that's not good news, exactly, but it is definitely a reason. Based on my Google searches today, it's viral, so antibiotics wouldn't do anything except help breed superbacteria. It does mean that I'm missing on extended family stuff today—no way am I exposing toddlers or elderly folks to the creeping yuck infesting my throat—but it also means that I have nothing to worry about basically all day except taking care of myself. That's surprisingly pleasant. (Helps that the throat feels much better after swallowing, and my husband got me a big jug of V-8 so I have plenty of healthy fluid to drink, not just Cherry Coke... although yeah, also Cherry Coke, because caffeine withdrawal stinks and can be hard to differentiate from illness.)

Was that a parenthetical? I think I opened and closed one long parenthetical statement, but I am thinking through mud right now and I can't be certain.

If I spend the rest of the day(s) making bizarre statements on Twitter or something, this would be why. I'll try to keep it to a minumum.

(I feel a little like I'm in a moving elevator. Have you ever been on a chair while in an elevator? It must feel just like this: vaguely wobbly, but also somehow secure, or perhaps I'm just a little too out-of-it to care.)

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Still fighting off a cold that caught up with me last week, a nasty sore throat/stuffed sinuses combo. I can't tell if the pressure on my eardrums has to do with the drippy skies or my drippy nose. Yech.

And that's about all the words I can today.
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January is Thyroid Awareness Month. Please, if you have symptoms of thyroid disease, go to the doctor and get tested.

I have a family history of hypothyroidism. (In fact, my maternal grandmother, her daughters, and their daughters, plus my paternal grandmother and several other blood relatives have all been treated for thyroid, although some only needed it during pregnancy or old age.) My thyroid hormone levels got tested every few years, starting in childhood. I grew up knowing that the question was not if, but when, it would start. By the time I developed hypothyroidism myself, I had mostly forgotten the symptoms, so I didn't recognize it!

My doctor had made a note in my file, though, and when I went in thinking I might have mono, I came out with a diagnosis and a prescription. It was liberating to know that my permanent exhaustion, dry skin, and weight gain were not my fault!

I have been taking Synthroid for most of my life now, and I will continue taking it or a similar medication until the day I die. That might sound dire, but it really isn't at all. Life with treated hypothyroidism is so much better. It doesn't fix everything - I am still not skinny and my skin remains dry, even in summer - but being treated means I have the energy to furiously scrub the hard water marks in my shower, run after energetic toddlers at family gatherings, maintain my weight instead of gaining rapidly, and live my life like anyone else.

Please, if you think you might have a thyroid problem, get tested. Especially if you have a family history of thyroid disease. (Got an aunt with a goiter? That's a thyroid thing, too. Get tested.) I don't know the costs offhand, but neither tests nor pills for hypothyroidism should be prohibitively expensive, and there are generics. It's worth finding out.

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