Letters to my thyroid (her name is Bertha)
Hey, Bertha, what’s up? Listen, can we talk? I know you and I haven’t been getting along that great lately. I realize now that some of it’s my fault. I took you for granted in my 20s. I’m really sorry about that. But you and I need to come to an understanding. Neither of us is happy right now, and there’s some things we need to change.
First of all, inviting the antibodies in was not my idea. I’m not trying to point any fingers, but you and them seem to be spending an awful lot of time together. They’re a bad influence. And I don’t know if you can tell, but you’ve changed a lot since you started hanging around them. I’m going to have to ask you to break it off, and if you can’t, I’ll be forced to take matters into my own hands. This is not a threat, Bertha, this is a promise.
In the future, I hope you and I can work out our differences. I want us to be friends, Bertha. Really.
Take care…
TW
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Bertha, this is the second request I’m sending for you to straighten up. The legs have been complaining about the ruckus. Your behavior has now impacted them. They have threatened to quit if you don’t make amends. I hate being stuck in the middle like this, but if I’m forced to make a choice between you and the legs, you’ll have to go. I mean it. I don’t care if I have to drive to a surgeon in Mexico. This is your second warning, Bertha!!!
TW
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Bertha, first of all, I’d like to thank you for taking back that six pounds last week. That was sure nice of you. Only 30 more to go, but who’s complaining? I’m going to try to make this letter as positive as possible. You and I have had a fairly good week, but what was the reason for yesterday? Was this purely by accident, or did you plan the hives on my face to purposely ruin my family portrait? Thank God for airbrushing, Bertha, or I would have had to reschedule. This would have been the third time I canceled because I was too tired for the first two appointments. Please, Bertha, I’m meeting you more than half-way here by taking vitamins and eating healthy. Let’s not play any more of the games, okay?
Take care…
TW
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ALRIGHT, BERTHA! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!
Hubby slept on the couch last night thanks to the rude things you made me say to him. So what if the whole world can see his food when he chews? That’s one of the quirky things I like about him. I don’t regret marrying him and having his children. I don’t think he wishes he’d married Darlynda from high school. I know he loves me, even though I can barely squeeze into my old maternity jeans. He still thinks I’m sexy. He told me so. Why would you make me doubt him?
You know what? I’m going to my endo tomorrow because you are just out of hand! I’m sick of your attitude, Bertha!
TW
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Dear Bertha,
Can you ever forgive me? I had no idea you needed a bump in your meds. That extra 25 mcg made a huge difference. I hope you don’t take those things I said earlier to heart. I hope we can still be friends. We have been through so much, and I’d hate to lose your friendship.
Take care...
TW