So, after years of asking doctors, “Are you sure it’s not my thyroid?” and months after one of them finally doing the correct test, I have a diagnosis: Hashimoto’s.

I know, I’m totally fucking shocked too. I only had every symptom in the list and an entire lifetime of my mother telling me to get checked for it, because she’s had it since her 2nd pregnancy and it’s hereditary. Who would have guessed?

I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, fer fuck’s sake, finally, I might start feeling better.

On the other hand, I’m going to be on medication for the rest of my life. This lack of pro-active diagnosis has probably totally screwed my chances of ever conceiving a second child. Do you really have to wait until my thyroid is completely destroyed by my own body before you can do anything about it?

I’m kind of bitter right now.

But I’m looking forward to being able to lose weight and stay up past 8pm.

Still, bitter.

Medication is better than feeling crappy.

Bitter, though. Big pile of medication for a 37-year-old.

Feeling a little gloaty about being proven right.

Feeling a little bitter about having to bully the medical system in to proving me right.

I think it might take me a while to work through this.