I feel so fat.
Not having a thyroid gland sucks. Waiting for my synthetic hormones to peak has been a pain. I have gained a trillion pounds and have no energy to work towards removing them.
It's true that since my surgery I've made much forward progress from slug to sloth to zombie, and now a functional human. I work and sleep, which is functional, but relatively joyless.
I see the doctor on Monday afternoon. I'm going to beg to get my synthetic hormone dose increased. If he says no, I'm going to cry. Big, big, cow tears over my huge fat cheeks.
And if that doesn't work?
I'll go to plan B... which is a Pouting-Sleep-a-Thon in the waiting room until I change his mind.
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