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Frank and week two have collided.


I survived Thanksgiving with one big meal and all the prep without gaining anything. I made mistakes and couldn’t be trusted near the apple crisp cups, but I paired that with extra exercise with the boys and lots of water. I managed to stick to my eating hours with only a tea in the evening and no snacking.

3 hours ago I wouldn’t have called it a win, but today, the Tuesday after the weekend of consumption I saw my Naturopath.

She brings me calm. It feels like she is helping, when everyone is just judging me and my consumption. She asks how I am feeling and how she can help. She actually listens and shares my frustrations.

And she was as equally puzzled by my latest test results.

Reward offered!
The results where my TSH and T4 remained the same, but my T3 plummeted, all while taking an increased dose of synthetic T4. She said it just doesn’t make sense and she was genuinely frustrated.
She also had wonderful things to say about the Weight Loss Grant program I am a apart of, which is always a positive thing when I was hesitant about it in the beginning.

What’s next?

I am adding Naturally Desiccated Thyroid (NDT) to my routine; we’re not going to mess with my current Synthoid dose until we figure out what is going on. We’re just going to give it a boost with the NDT.

We’re also on the same page with, ‘What the heck is going on?’Why is my thyroid/body doing? She is fantastic in the sense that she didn’t pretend to know, she has ideas, but asked if I would be comfortable with her doing more research. I was thrilled that she wanted to help in that way, to have a professional helping with the research side of things is amazing.

She asked more questions about my overall health and has interest in looking at other diagnosis beyond Hypothyroidism. I don’t have a lot of consistent symptoms, but she wants to rule out Graves Disease and Hashimoto disease; which are auto immune diseases that can cause your immune system to attack your thyroid. It’s one blood test (TPO) to rule it out and she would like to do that, because if it is either of those the treatment changes, it also moves to a specialist.

So we have a ‘now’ game, but we’re playing the long game and I feel more in control than I have felt in years. I start the NDT tomorrow and in 6 weeks we see what is going on.

Wish us luck, 

Melp


Now I am going to go on a small rant; I had my blood tested last week. I had very low numbers (like, flagged by the lab low numbers), because I checked my results and after months and years of learning, I know what to look for. 10 days later and I still haven’t heard from my family doctor to talk about what is going on. I love my GP, but if I didn’t know to check my results, if I didn’t know to follow up, I would be thinking ‘no news is good news’ and just accept that feeling like crap is my norm. I don’t have an appointment booked with him. Why wouldn’t someone contact me? I know I am a small fish in his big pond and I know doctors are over worked, but this isn’t my car or my grocery bill – it’s my health and a key factor in my goal to live forever and the man I have trusted my health too isn’t paying attention. I don’t want to be a nag, but HELP ME... or really I am capable of helping myself. Help the people that don’t know any better, that need a phone call and a plan of action not a judgement and the recommendation to eat less and exercise more (although great advice, it isn’t my problem).

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