Pinkie Bean: Update on us.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Update on us.

My last blog post was in October! Many things have happened since then that have really taken over our time and kept me away from blogging.

First was Halloween.

Yes, she was one of the 1,000,000 Elsas out there that night.

Then several things happened in a short period of time.

Girl Scouts took off and as a Daisy co-leader, that meant I had extra duties to try and make our troop great this year. Then my body decided it wanted some attention. I started noticing my heart was always racing. No matter if I was up moving around, sitting at my desk or lying down at night, my heart was pounding so fast. One morning I had just sat down at my work desk and it felt like my heart pounded twice really hard, stopped, stopped, stopped, and then slammed right back into my chest. I immediately got up and went next door to my doctor. At first, they didn’t have a lot of answers. I was told to stop all medications – allergy and supplements. I went back and still my heart was racing. They drew some blood and I found out the next day I had hyperthyroid and possibly Graves Disease.

Graves Disease is an autoimmune disease where your own immune system starts attacking your thyroid. I was sent to an endocrinologist and was told I did in fact have Graves and my numbers were “off the charts”. They were concerned I would go into thyroid storm. I can’t tell you much about it but was a nurse told me “when it happens, you think you are going to die”. That doesn’t sound too peachy.

I was told they were going to start me on medication to try and get my levels back down (T3 and T4). The only problem was I might be allergic to the medicine. So I spent the day before Thanksgiving at the doctor’s office – a cup with a pill and an epi pen ready to go – starting this journey. I thankfully had no reaction and by now my levels have come down a little. I have another doctor’s visit soon and from there we will decide how to proceed with all this in the future.

But due to this Graves, and (really, couldn’t we think of a better name?), I have had to step down as co-leader because it was just too much. My heart was still racing, my nerves were shot and I had no patience. I realized I wasn’t much help so I have now gone back to being another set of hands to help out here and there.

Then we has some fat man bearing gifts show up at our house.