Jul 23, 2008
Yesterday I went to the doctor for the first time since moving to the UK. I'm hoping the happy pills will help me get out of funk I've been in the last month. The newness of living in a foreign country has worn off, and harsh realities are sinking in. Getting adjusted to a cross-ocean move and a drastic job change and and oo yeah dealing with menopause brought on early by thyca and radiation therapy, has gotten to be too much. I went off my "happy" pills for 2 months because I lost my medicine on the flight over the pond.
Wanting to twist the neck of a stranger told Though I did get some satisfaction seeing the look on her face when I told here my fidgeting was from being on medication for thryroid cancer. She never spoke to me the rest of the week.
I look at my self now and cant help but compare myself to my self prior the thyca. It is so frustrating knowing that I will never be the same. A very important part, albite small part size-wise, of my body was removed and I have to live with the aftermath. I get so frustrated when I can't remember words that I should know....forget why I went into a room...how spacy my brain has become because I can't focus ....the list goes on. I almost want to start wearing a T-Shirt saying "This isn't the real me....it the me without a thryroid.