Last week I was down for most of the week. My dh finally talked me into going to the doctor. Found out that there isn't much they can do, I'll have to live with the malady for awhile, but when I was there, she tested my thyroid. Hypothyroid. That's me. Tired? It's hypothyroid. Joint aches-hypothyroid. Cold-hypothyroid. Weight gain-hypothyroid. Stressed, depressed-hypothyroid. Can't play piano-hypothyroid. Or maybe not. How wonderful is that! To have a name for it and a treatment. She wants to put me on synthroid, which is fine, but first I'm trying some suppliments. I've been doing some research and people get relief without being on meds the rest of their lives. So I'll try the natural way first and then if I don't feel any improvement I'll get meds. Reason to rejoice. I don't have to be tired and cold all the time anymore. And these 15 pounds I've put on could have an answer too. God is good.
On another note, my dh is trucking through Illinois, Indiana and all points south today. I've heard it's horrid. If he comes to mind, would you pray? I think it's pretty nasty down there and though he's the best truck driver in the world, there are times to pull over and wait it out.
Blessing to you and yours.
From Glory Farm