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Frank Part 3

It's time to discuss Frank again, as I am not sure what he is up to.

It's been 2 months since I started the thyroid battle, two months of supplements and increased doses.

I. Feel. Worse.

I thought I was feeling better, but then the weight started to pile on, my sleep started to suffer and my skin started to flake (painful eczema on my fingers). My anxiety and mood swings have been off the charts and I don't know why.

I can't blame everything on Frank, August was a hard month for my scheduling, with vacations, sick kids, work holidays and long weekends. My stress was all over the place and I spent most of the month overwhelmed and angry.

Because of above conflicts I had to move my doctors appointment out of September and in to November, so I ran my blood work October 1st, to split the difference. I want to know what's happening as I start the weight loss grant, a wonky thyroid could really stall my progress.

Continued...  It's the next day and I have my test results, all the positivity in this post is gone. I am so angry right now.

I feel so stuck in this body that doesn't work. I wonder if I will ever meet my goals (and if you're following along, I have just made a rather large commitment banking on this body WORKING).

So my numbers got worse. My T3 is not at the bottom of acceptable anymore, it is now BELOW. Yes, I somehow got MORE Hypo, while taking support supplements and increasing my dosage. Miraculous. I got worse. Of course I did.

I am so mad.

I don't know where to go from here...

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I need this shirt... with a more flattering neck line obvi


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