#thyroids problems

[delajoy]

E lá se foram 16 dias desde a cirurgia.

A primeira semana, o repouso é total. Não é ficar acamada, claro. Mas precisava ficar quietinha dentro de casa sem fazer qualquer tipo de esforço, resumindo, sofá e streaming de séries e filmes.

No 7ºdia voltei ao hospital para tirar e refazer o curativo. A segunda semana foi mais tranquila, já consegui cozinhar, organizar algumas coisas, mas ainda dentro de casa em tempo integral. E agora na terceira semana, voltei a trabalhar, home office ainda 😅 (em casa desse jeito, só na pandemia mesmo). Mas é bom e, é importante respeitar totalmente.

A recuperação tem sido boa!

É necessário seguir fazendo uma massagem sob a cicatriz 3 X ao dia por uns 5 minutos. E essa parte estou devendo, pois é a parte mais desconfortável. Preciso focar nisso.

Para ajudar na cicatrização estou usando a fita Mepform, recebi as orientações no hospital no dia do curativo.

Esperando ansiosamente estar 100% 🙏🏻

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 192

a break from artfight for some good news! i have finally scheduled a surgical consult to have my enemy (read: uterus) removed. this is a bit of a scarier prospect than my breast reduction was, but i think it will be an equally impactful quality of life improvement when all is said and done!!

anyway those of yall who have been here since the beginning may remember me posting through that whole process so i figure why stop now.

[cyber-therian]

i love to eat dried seaweed … i have hashimoto’s thyroiditis and the iodine in seaweed helps calm some of the symptoms (alongside my meds ofc) and the umami of seaweed also helps with meat cravings since i dont eat meat :3 plussss the salt content helps increase my blood pressure

not to mention makes me feel like a lil fox who just found the most awesomest snack ever by the ocean mmmmm

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all, weird question time again! Is there anyway to word "I appreciate how unintimidating and unthreatening you are being" as a compliment that does not sound at all like an insult? One of my doctors is the absolute best at it, and I genuinely think it must be a skill he's deliberately cultivated, but I cannot figure out how to word it in a way that doesn't sound slightly insulting. Like, it's a good thing! A very good thing, especially in a doctor! But I cannot figure out how to word it in a way that conveys that

[unreconstructedfangirl]

Well, I have officially been diagnosed with chronic auto-immune thyroiditis. My body is attacking my thyroid, and eventually it will win. I'm going to be dealing with it for the rest of my life, I have almost every symptom, and it is awesome. At the moment, there is nothing to be done about it, but I will likely have a biopsy of some nodules in about 6 months, and apparently I am close to needing hormone replacement until I drop dead.

The diagnosis explains so much, and honestly I'm relieved to know it, because at least it means there is a reason for all the bullshit, and also that it isn't my fault. My number one most brilliant and sensible feeling is intense medical guilt, so like, if something is wrong with me, it's obviously all my fault for being all wrong in some way. Well, this, apparently, isn't. There is nothing I could have done, and apparently, not much I can do now...that said, if there are any fellow bad-thyroid-havers out there reading this, and who can offer any suggestions, I am here for it.

[thescentofrainonstone]

As someone used to excess Dopamine because of how random my genetic polymorphism went (met/met), when I decided to lower my thyroid medication because by nature triiodothyronine fosters growth, and I'm in the middle of discovering if I have cancer or not, I didn't consider that despite the huge dosage I am on, lowering the dose would affect neurotransmitters.

And now for the last 48 hours I've lived with the frustration of never enough dopamine to get motivated, always little enough to realise I'm useless and can't do anything about it not even think words (I basically threw myself in accidental ADHD), and I have renewed respect for anyone that lives like this constantly.

How people with ADHD manage to get anything done, let alone be nice to anyone who ever interacts with them, is insane to me. There is literally nothing in their brain chemistry giving them the ability to access "decency" yet they do.

Wow.

Just wow.

[lazulisong]

A fun little discovery while making notes about what I want to talk about to my NP on Friday! :)

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[namira]

I love how often wildlife books+articles use the phrase 'conserve precious energy.' It's a big part of my internal monologue. I'm not slacking I'm conserving precious energy.

[oysters-aint-for-me]

🥺🥺🥹

[lenskij]

My cello teacher told me I should start listening to opera. He recommended I start with Puccini or Verdi. Are there any particular operas you'd recommend to start with?

Welcome to opera! There's drama, there's blood, there's crossdressing, vengeance, rivalries, love, and more drama!

There are as many opera opinions as there are opera listeners, and there is so much variety in opera. The most played operas are always a safe bet - there's a reason they're popular! - and it's a good place to start, pick something that tickles your fancy, maybe an intriguing synopsis or a composer you like.

If you want to start with Verdi, I recommend La Traviata and Rigoletto - both are beautiful and devastating in their tragedy. I like to listen to them when I want something familiar to bawl my eyes out at :) I think that's maybe the best place to start!

Another great "starter" opera is Bizet's Carmen. It's full of banger arias and tunes that are well-known even outside of the opera world.

If you want to check out Puccini, I'd recommend La Boheme or Tosca (with the caveat that I don't personally like Puccini operas hehe, they're just not for me).

And of course I cannot not recommend the best opera of all time (as judged by yours truly): Eugene Onegin by the one and only Tchaikovsky. I love it so much I can't even articulate why I love it. It's the inevitable tragedy caused by the characters' own actions, not from malice, but from who they are as people. It's how Tchaikovsky's music beautifully makes the drama soar. It will break your heart and you'll thank Piotr Ilyich for it!

Good luck on your opera journey! There's lots to explore. I mean, the operas listed above are all from the second half of the 19th century, which is just a narrow band of all opera history!

[kindercelery]

Og big-backs

[delajoy]

A parte mais desconfortável do pós-cirurgico neste período é manusear o curativo e a cicatriz. É necessário fazer uma massagem sob a cicatriz com movimentos circulares por toda sua extensão, depois apertando suavemente cada ponto e por último fazer um movimento de pinça de ponta a ponta.

Isso é para que ela vá se soltando e ficando com a pele igual ao restante do pescoço.

[mandana-the-service-pup]

In my post-exertional stupor, I made a fatal error with Mandanas Ruffwear Float Coat. Don’t ask me how but it was shredded 😬

No worries. We can fix this.

“Anything worth doing is worth doing right”

….yeah, no one has spoons for that so here’s a quick & easy stitch for fixing your stuff when you f*ck it up 😭

It’s called the Parachute Ranger Stitch. Here are better instructions than what I can give you.

If you want it done “right” you can trim the frayed edges, use more stitches/inch and keep the tension even so that the edges just meet and it lays flat….but like I said, no spoons 😮‍💨

[delusional-delirium]

GUESS WHOSE THYROID IS SO MUCH BIGGER THAN THE SIZE IT SHOULD BE

GUESS WHOSE S NEW ENDO SAID THEIR OLD ENDO SHOULD N O T HAVE IGNORED IT THAT LONG

GUESS WHOSE S NEW ENDO SAID THEIR THYROID IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST THYROIDS THEYVE EVER SEEN

GUESS WHO NOW HAS TO POSSIBLY HAVE SURGERY TO REMOVE THEIR THYROID

GUESS WHOSE OLD ENDO CONTINUOUSLY IGNORED THEIR CONCERNS AND BLAMED IT ON THEIR WEIGHT OR ANXIETY DIAGNOSIS AND TOLD THEM TO TALK TO THEIR PSYCHIATRIST FOR YEARS

[quantomeno]

I'm playing Nine Hours, Nine Persons, Nine Doors (for the second time, I got one of the bad endings first) and I'm (again) struck by the thought that the Ninth Man looks like Randy Feltface:

It's mostly just the eyes

[imafraidoftomorrow]

It was 6 years ago today that my life changed.

6 years ago today that I touched my neck and felt a huge, hard lump. 6 years ago that I looked in the mirror and could see it clearly.

I went to the ER and, after waiting for hours, was told that I was the perfect demographic for thyroid cancer. I was 20 years old. I was told that I needed surgery because the tumor was at risk of suffocating me. Suffocating. The pain became so unbearable that I was on opioids for 2 months. For 25 days I had to wait to find out whether the mass was benign or malignant. Whether or not I had cancer.

It was bigger than the surgeon expected. She had to cut deeper into the muscle; had to take more of the gland along with several of my lymph nodes. It hurt. I woke up with a blood-filled bag hanging from a tube laced through my throat. The first time I saw myself after surgery, I cried. I felt, and looked, like Frankenstein's monster.

I've been sick ever since. A body can't function properly with only half a thyroid. I'm tired all the time, yet I can't ever sleep. I have brain fog and joint pain and heart palpitations. The medication that I need to live costs $350 out of my pocket.

You might think this post will end heroically - that it will read, "but despite all of that, I'm still alive and I'm grateful!" And I wish that it did. But the truth is, I grieve this day every single year. I wish it had never happened to me. I hate being sick, and I hate looking in the mirror and seeing my scar. When I notice it in photos, like in the last picture, I sometimes still want to throw up.

I guess what I want to say is, sometimes hardships just fucking suck. A tragedy is just that - a tragedy - and what doesn't kill you can, in fact, leave you frail and broken. And it's okay to mourn for your old self, because I certainly do. I mourn for her every single day. And I mourn for my present self, too, for all that she has had to endure.