Nobody Measures You on a Good Day
After thyroid trouble and hormone symptoms, she found doctors only measured her in crisis. Now she's building her own health baseline — before the next emergenc
The thyroid I figured out on my own. The hormones haunted me.
Because while all this was happening, my body started doing things it had never done. Hot flashes. Mood swings. The whole circus I'd been so certain about back in that kitchen — so sure my hormones were solid — because in all my years they'd never once acted up.
Now they showed up. After. Like the whole ordeal reached in and broke the exact thing everyone swore was already broken.
So I went to the person I trusted most with this part of me.
My OB/GYN. The man I'd seen religiously since I was eighteen. The one who delivered every one of my kids. There for the biggest moments of my life, behind me through all of it. If anyone would see me, it was him.
I told him what was happening. The flashes. The swings. A body I didn't recognize.
He reached for the pill.
Go on the pill. More meds. The same answer — from the gentlest hands in the room, because that's exactly what they are.