I saw the doctor on Wednesday after I mentioned to her last week some of the symptoms I've had for awhile that I can't explain. She had done a blood panel and discovered that my thyroid hormone is too high again (it fluxuates as it pleases). Ha! All the symptoms were right there under my nose; unable to sleep, extreme multi-tasking to the point of ineffectiveness, the room spinning, losing weight like it's bad news, never eating much, etc. I should have figured the problem out on my own. It explains now why I felt so awesome when I gave birth. I mean, I just felt so good. I had so much energy. You couldn't keep me down.
Ever since Wednesday I've been trying to gather intel of just how poor my mental facilities have become.
Last night I went to bed at ten but didn't fall asleep until 5 am. Somewhere in the mess of my thoughts in the night I remembered letting Elijah taste a smigeon of refried beans from my taco. That's not an allergen or a processed food, I surmised. But, wait a second, hmm.... Where do beans come from, anyway?
Then fear struck my heart, and my eyes flicked open with alarm. "Oh my gosh," I thought to myself, "I don't know where beans come from! I ought to, since I'm into life sciences; what's wrong with me?!? Do they come from trees?? Do they grow in pods, like peas?!? Do they grow in the ground??"
Then I started laughing. I couldn't help it.
High thyroid hormone, your weeks are numbered, and the number is six.
Tricky gland.
Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. He chose the lowly things of the world and the despised things--and the things that are not--to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before Him. (1 cor 1:26,28)
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