Being Right

I don't like it when people have to be right all the time. BUT it is so nice to be right sometimes.

A couple of posts ago I wrote about updating my families medical history before going to the doctor. And I did, I told the doctor my long list. The doctor was unconcerned about a lot of it, but he was a tad concerned when I told him my "close mystery family member" has a hyperthyroid, my sister has a hypothyroid, my mother had Graves Disease (a severe form of hyperthyroidism) when she was pregnant with me and my great grandmother had a hypothyroid.

So he took some blood.

And I came up high.

So much to my extreme relief I am going to say, I'M SICK! Such a relief, I thought I was going crazy. The only two signs I had were a slight bit of weight gain and severe exhaustion. But the weight would never come off and then I just became too tired to exercise anymore.

I can't believe how happy I am about this...phew! There is something wrong with me.

I was right, and I'm relieved it isn't a mental problem like I was starting to suspect.