#thyroidism

[i-died-three-days-ago]

I have a chronic illness and recently found that out. Still adjusting to pills that people assume resolve all of your problems. Not a shit ton of side effects.

Went to the doctor today and he had the info page for my medicine open and immediately went on about how it cannot be the reason I feel like shit. The symtoms I have don't exist for that medicine, he said and showed me a site where it said the medication had no site effects.

I felt like passing out and got a panic attack. I've consulted the fucking medicine manual for a month, marking off the symtoms stated there. I even pulled out my phone, found *the site he was on* and read *the side effects* clearly stated there.

I dunno if he realized he couldn't fool me because he suddenly said *I could have side effects*, despite saying there were no side effects a minute ago.

I hate being chronically ill, but what I hate even more are doctors.

[arvind051261]

https://www.healthwealthcommunication.com/2025/05/thyroid-health-conditions-disorders-or.html

[chronic-melon]

Reblog if you understand that disability is not a monolith and two people with the same disability do not have identical experiences ✨

[araekniarchive]

@mnvart // Kaveh Akbar, 'Calling A Wolf A Wolf' // @PinkRangerLB on Twitter // @kosmogrl // @devinsturk, '15 Proverbs for the Fellow Chronically Ill' // Jasmine Deporta // Anaïs Nin, House of Incest // the gentle wisdom uquiz by @inkskinned // Rora Blue, 'Sweet Dreams' // Hala Alyan, Dear Layal

[ectoderms]

if u can afford it and ur depressed and gaining weight uncontrollably and ur joints hurt and ur hair is falling out and ur sleeping absurd amounts and ur brain is foggy u should go get ur thyroid checked. tsh is currently the main diagnostic tool for thyroid function, high tsh implies ur thyroid is struggling to produce adequate amounts of thyroid hormone. ur thyroid controls everything dont let it destroy itself when levothyroxine is one of the cheapest and easiest to get prescription drugs on earth

[rodentluvrr]

A dose of care

Pairing: Law x reader

Summary: You have a habit of forgetting to take your thyroid pill in the mornings, much to Law’s frustration. As a doctor, he knows how important it is, and he makes it his personal mission to ensure you never miss a dose—whether you like it or not.

CW: none, I think

Word count: 400 words

A/N: inspired from my own experiences 💀I always forget to take my thyroid pill

The moment you stir awake in the dim light of the submarine’s cabin, you feel Law’s steady warmth beside you. His arms are wrapped around you, holding you close beneath the blankets. You sigh contentedly, nuzzling into his chest as his fingers gently trace circles on your back.

For a while, there is only the quiet rhythm of your breathing and the soft hum of the ship around you. He presses a sleepy kiss against your forehead, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "Mmm… stay like this a little longer," he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.

You smile, letting the warmth of his presence lull you into a peaceful haze. Minutes pass in comfortable silence before Law shifts slightly, his fingers idly skimming over your arm. Then, his movements still. His brows furrow as his eyes slowly open, and you can almost see the gears turning in his mind. He stiffens just slightly.

Then, in a low but firm voice, he asks, "Did you take it yet?"

You roll your eyes and snuggle deeper into his chest. "It’s too early for this," you mumble, attempting to evade the question.

His grip tightens. "That’s not an answer."

"I’ll take it later," you huff, trying to shift away, but he doesn’t let you go.

"That’s what you said last time." His tone is strict, his patience thinning. "And the time before that."

You groan, covering your face with your hands. "It’s just one pill. Missing one day won’t kill me."

"That’s not the point." His voice sharpens, and he pulls the blanket down slightly, forcing you to look at him. "I’ve told you before how important it is. You can’t just forget. Your body relies on it."

"I’m not a kid, Law!" you snap, irritation flaring in your chest. "I can handle myself."

His golden eyes darken with frustration, but there’s something else in them, something softer. Concern. "Then prove it," he challenges. "Take it now."

You cross your arms, stubbornly refusing to move. "I’ll do it in a bit."

"No, you’ll do it now." His voice leaves no room for argument. "Or I swear, I’ll get up and shove it in your mouth myself."

You glare at him, but he doesn’t waver. The stare-down lasts a few tense seconds before you groan dramatically. "Fine!" You grab the pill bottle from the bedside table with exaggerated annoyance and pop the pill into your mouth, swallowing it without water just to prove a point.

Law watches you the entire time, only relaxing when he’s sure you’ve taken it. "Good," he murmurs, pulling you back into his arms. "Now you can go back to being a brat under the covers."

You grumble but let yourself be held, secretly enjoying the warmth of his embrace. Even when he’s strict, even when he’s scolding you—he cares. And that makes all the difference.

[rhiandoesfandom]

Reposting this on here too because I need ppl to understand.

I am so infuriated at the thousands of people I'm seeing that are like "Here's how to move out of the country" I CANT MOVE. My partner and I are both disabled with three cats and own our home it's the only stable thing in our lives.

I don't want to HAVE to move either! Not to sound like a hick but this is is my fucking country. My fucking gay trans country. My fucking DEI country. ITS MINE. I was born here and I can't live anywhere else comfortably right now. And none of them want me anyway because I'm disabled.

That is why it is so important to think of and include disabled folks in your activism, in your protest, in your fight.

Not only do disabled folks typically fully rely on their state Medicaid and their federal disability payment if they're eligible, they also rely on their local communities, their caregivers, their food banks, etc.

It is hardly ever thought about in emergency situations, how to move the disabled folks. Ya know when there's a fire in a building and the elevator stops working and they say to take the stairs? And if you're a disabled person in a wheelchair you're just shit outta luck?

It's like that.

We can't just run when our rights are taken away. Or at the threat of everything else horrible going on. They could be hunting us for sport and we still can't leave.

[unpretty]

printing my own paperwork for bloodwork is the most annoying shit. like it's bad enough that they're going to charge me a stupid amount to test my blood again and find out all of my levels are fine and healthy again but having to see "morbidly obese" on the paperwork is a real insult to injury situation.

[foldingfittedsheets]

Todays been hard and rather horrible and I’m radiating gratitude for the anonymous person who sent me Assassins Creed Valhalla cause it’s been doing a lot of heavy lifting for my mental health lately.

My only accomplishment today other than running around as a gay Viking was to make shortbread cookies for my coworkers as we enter the trenches of Presidents Day.

They’re lemon, rose, and cardamom. They’re kinda tough and the flavor is a bit muddled but I fuckin made them and my coworkers will be grateful. Or else.

[ticcitavvi]

"man, why am I so tired this week" wonders the chronically ill bitch who has the infamous 'makes you super fucking tired' disease

[ravennaera]

Why I think that Liam’s voice was permanently damaged during the Be Here Now tour and how that happened

Why was Liam so anxious that he would become useless during the time of Oasis' third album, and why was his mentality so shattered? The instrument that a vocalist possesses is his own voice, and other members who use instruments that exist physically can repair and replace them with other instruments if they break, but that's not the case with voices.

And Oasis was not run in a way that respected that. This is the recorded performance schedule from 1993 to 1998 Australia/New Zealand tour, and after that, it continued with 7 performances in South America before finally ending the third album tour. And when they weren't performing - during the gap period, the album was recorded, and even during the tour, B-side recordings were done here and there.

They worked Liam’s voice to death with such a tough schedule that didn't give him a single moment to rest his voice. When Liam thought that his throat would get damaged if he continued performing like that, he had no choice but to get off the stage and get criticized by the band, the press and the fans. He even had to worry that someone else would take his place if he couldn't perform.

The recording of the third album was particularly tough, and songs like Fade In/Out pushed Liam to his limits, and it is said that after recording the song, Liam was unable to sing for a week. And the song was on the set list 64 times out of the 81 shows of the third album tour.

He continued performing with a tight schedule, and was diagnosed with nodules in his neck by a doctor on December 4, 1997, the second day of the Dublin performance (so Noel performed on the second and third days). The doctor said he had to take a break from performing for a few weeks, but it was impossible because there were so many performances left^^ After taking a two-day break and getting a steroid prescription, he performed until the end of March 1998.

They had a lot of year-end performances planned for the Christmas, but the doctor said the singer has a problem with his throat and he has to rest for a few weeks. Of course, if they adjusted the performance schedule, it would have costed money, but the singer's voice would’ve been damaged if they didn’t. If they knew how irreplaceable his voice was, theywouldn't have done it that way.

Did you know that the third album cycle was the only time they didn’t have a large outdoor/stadium concert since their debut album? They already did Knebworth for their second album and played a stadium for their fourth album, so if they had replaced it with a large-scale concert for their third album, wouldn't they have been able to reduce the number of concerts? But they didn't.

The number of shows Liam had to perform without resting after being diagnosed with nodules. It went downhill from there, Liam’s voice never fully recovered after this

(Translation @/dstrbnc text on Twitter)

[chronic-melon]

Yet again having another argument with a random able bodied person about whether or not you should use the word “handicapped” to describe a parking space or a bathroom stall. No, we weren’t talking about a person. Just a bathroom.

Now I don’t really care if he uses the word or not. And I told him so, that it was a word I didn’t find offensive, and that it was okay for me. He berated me for being ableist? And said that it was antiquated and disrespectful.

So, because he decided to tell me, a disabled person, what words I can and cannot use for myself, let me introduce you to the origin of the word.

mid 17th century: from the phrase hand in cap ; originally a pastime in which one person claimed an article belonging to another and offered something in exchange, any difference in value being decided by an umpire.

All three deposited forfeit money in a cap; the two opponents showed their agreement or disagreement with the valuation by bringing out their hands either full or empty. If both were the same, the umpire took the forfeit money; if not it went to the person who accepted the valuation.

The term handicap race was applied (late 18th century) to a horse race in which an umpire decided the weight to be carried by each horse, the owners showing acceptance or dissent in a similar way: hence in the late 19th century handicap came to mean the extra weight given to the superior horse.

A HANDICAPPED PERSON IS A PERSON WHO IS WEIGHED DOWN TO BALANCE OUT THE PLAYING FIELD.

Which actually is really empowering for me. If I wasn’t disabled, the sheer power of my brain and abled body would be too much for this world. They had to tone me down because I would’ve been an astronaut or a neurosurgeon but I can’t stay on my feet or breathe after walking up the stairs.

So yeah, I am handicapped, and you bitxhes should be GRATEFUL because I’m like the glasses that cover Scott Summers’ laser freaking eyes. GAAAAAHHHHHH

(Please don’t take this as me saying disabilities are super powers cause that’s not what I’m saying it’s just funny joke ty)

[colleendoran]

This Explains a Lot

Hey folks, I don’t want to drama queen all over you. I know you all have big problems. But there’s been a recall of medication I take to manage Hashimoto’s Disease.

Hasimoto’s Disease affects something like 1% of the population (depending on who you ask). It’s an autoimmune disorder that causes the immune system to attack your thyroid gland.

The thyroid is sort of like your body’s throttle. If it doesn’t work properly, a lot of other things won’t work properly.

Symptoms include (from the Mayo Clinic Website):

Fatigue and sluggishness

Increased sensitivity to cold

Increased sleepiness

Dry skin

Constipation

Muscle weakness

Muscle aches, tenderness and stiffness

Joint pain and stiffness

Irregular or excessive menstrual bleeding

Depression

Problems with memory or concentration

Swelling of the thyroid (goiter)

A puffy face

Brittle nails

Hair loss

Enlargement of the tongue

For my part, the big issues are the fatigue, aches and pains (my hands are sometimes so stiff I cannot move my fingers, and right now my back is killing me,) depression, and memory problems. As in, I will be sitting there working on a drawing and between the time I look at my reference and the time I look at my drawing I can’t remember what I just saw in my reference.

That’s not good.

Also not on the above list: edema, anxiety, high cholesterol, poor heart function, an enlarged heart and irregular heartbeats. I had to have a CAT scan in December, and my anxiety has been swinging back and forth into the red zone for months.

When well managed, I don’t notice it much, but when not well-managed, my life grinds to a halt.

Since cancer treatment, I’ve felt the usual fallout from all that cancer entails. But I honestly thought I should have been feeling much better by now.

But I’m not. I’ve been up and down, but mostly down.

Finding out I’ve been improperly medicated for 7 months certainly explains a lot. A friend of mine who got the defective medication notice from her doctor thought she felt poorly due to long Covid. Another was sinking for months, unable to understand why.

Well, at least we know why.

This doesn’t affect everyone on the medication, just those with certain lot numbers from certain manufacturers. And if you are highly sensitive to hormone fluctuations, even a small variation will knock you right on your keister.

Several people I know heard from their health care providers. Others heard nothing until they asked.

It’s not like I don’t have a lot of stress right now, and figured my anxiety, poor mood, and weight gain originated from dealing with what I’m dealing with.

Well, at least some of it is because my medication hasn’t been hitting the sweet spot.

Bad luck, but it is what it is.

It’s going to take about 6 weeks before I start to feel better, but at least I am working it.

Best Wishes.

[reality-detective]

Thyroid problems can be easily resolved, if your doctor is educated. 🤔

[vengeancetrilogywallpaper]

tsh but it's not the secret history it's actually thyroid-stimulating hormone

[isbergillustration]

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