Adrenal You Glad I Didn't Say Banana?

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Banana.

Banana who?

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Banana.

Banana who?

Knock, ...Oh whatever!  You already know the punch line.

Do you ever feel like life is one great big not-so-funny punch line?  Do you feel like you keep knock, knock, knocking and yet the door doesn't open?

That is how I have felt for quite some time now.  I have known that something was really not right with my body, but I just kept knocking on the wrong door, barking up the wrong tree.  Having some blood work done here, taking a stress test there, talking to that specialist, and then that one.  But no dice!  I have literally felt like I am crazy.  Not such a good feeling.

Until, Monday.  When after years of searching for a needle in a haystack, I found out that I have an under active thyroid and that my adrenal system is basically flat lined.  And this sounds strange, but I am actually relieved.  I am relieved that I am not crazy.  And now, I have a course of action to take that will help my body to heal.  It will be a slow process, because let's face it, Rome wasn't built in a day and my health has been compromised for years now.  Lots of rebuilding to be done around here.  But, bring it!  I am ready to rumble!

Hey friends, trust your body and not some cookie cutter lab results.  You are the best lab result.  And I hate to say it, but these days you have to be your own health care advocate.

Oh, and lady friends, don't settle for less than who you are.  We've been thrown under the bus for far too long girls.  No longer accept diagnosis that sound like bad repetitive "Knock, Knock" jokes.  I can't tell you how many times I was told do things that I was already doing or didn't need to do.

Exercise.  Hmm...should I join another gym, because I am already working out everyday at my current gym? Maybe I need a clone to workout for me too.

Cut down your caloric intake.  Uh, okay.  Maybe I will replace breakfast with air.  Don't mind me as I hang my head out the car window and suck in oxygen on the way to school.  After all, I need to reduce my already reduced caloric intake. Air instead of eggs should do the trick.

Here's a script for some medicine that will "take the edge off".   I don't need to "take the edge off", I just need to get off this exam table and get the heck out of here.

So, I am finally on the right path. It was exhausting and, at times, demoralizing to get to this point.   I am thankful that I did not give up.

Thank you for hobbling along with me, my gimpy thyroid and rogue adrenal system.

Pretty soon, we will be right as rain.

Hugs,

Melissa