What's in a name?
What do you do when you know there is something wrong with you, but you can't put a name to it? It kind of eats at me slowly, not knowing what is going on. But then, a name, a possibility of what could be wrong, treatable or not, suddenly appears! There is always going to be a level of anxiety attached to the waiting. Maybe something isn't wrong at all. Maybe it's just all in my head. Inwardly, I've known that there has been something wrong for a few years now. Now, I know, and knowing is half the battle, at least according to G.I. Joe. I have a name, a possiblity for the moodiness, the dryness, and the gain: Hypothyroidism. Soon I'll know if this is the issue or not, and what can be done to help it. Rumor has it that just one pill daily will fix it, change it into something that will change me back into the me I used to be. I hope this is the case. Please send thoughts and prayers out to my body that this is the issue and that things will be better after I truly know, and get treatment for this.