THYROID PATIENTS DON'T COME TO YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT THEIR TSH LEVELS.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
An Open Letter to All the Doctors who Expect Us to Live and Die by the TSH number
Here's a fucking news flash:
I TOLD You I was sick!
I used to joke that I would have that put on my tombstone, after I died of my undiagnosed hypothyroidism.
Because I honestly believed that it would have to come to that before ANY of the doctors I'd consulted would actually believe that I was sick.
I'd be on my death bed, bald, 400 lbs, and bloated with fluids, my TSH in the stratosphere, and my T3 and T4 non-existent, and the doctors would finally concede that MAYBE I was onto something, all those years ago, when I kept insisting that SOMETHING WAS WRONG.
Because I honestly believed that it would have to come to that before ANY of the doctors I'd consulted would actually believe that I was sick.
I'd be on my death bed, bald, 400 lbs, and bloated with fluids, my TSH in the stratosphere, and my T3 and T4 non-existent, and the doctors would finally concede that MAYBE I was onto something, all those years ago, when I kept insisting that SOMETHING WAS WRONG.
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