After yesterday's "woe is me" saga, I got a little phone call.
From my doctor.
Yeah, I thought I would never hear from her again.
I assumed that after all of the talking I did at that appointment she had grabbed her lab coat and fled the state for fear of ever having to be trapped in a room with my flapping jaw again.
Alas, she did not get away so easily.
Boo for her. Yay for me!
Anyway, apparently my test results came back.
I am/have (does anyone know the correct terminology here?!) hypothyroid/hypothyroidism.
(I seriously debated about disclosing this info. But in true me tradition, I have no secrets, and I assume the world is a better place with knowledge floating around out there.)
Chances are I developed it post partum.
Apparently 1 out of every 20 women develop it after pregnancy.
And good news for me, 1 out of every 5 of those who get it have it permanently.
To be honest, I feel a little lost.
Not sure whether to laugh or cry.
I begin medication today, and go back in for bloodwork in 6 weeks.
Theoretically, this should help my weightloss tremendously.
But theoretically, I shouldn't have had the issue to begin with since I only had a 5% chance of developing it.
On the upside, as my mom said yesterday, this is like winning the lottery for someone who is overweight!
As in, "Great! I have an excuse and a pill that will help me lose the weight? What more could an overweight girl want?"