Ding dog the witch is dead, which old witch my thyroid bitch. (Sorry mom, I couldn’t resist the rhyme.). That’s right peeps after months of hyperthyroid hell, radioactive iodine and all the fun Graves could serve me, it’s done. I’ve been waiting for this day since last summer when my hyperthyroidism was discovered. For months, particularly the last two, I’ve felt like my mind and body were on a run away train. In fact, for much of December and most of January, I ran a fever and was far too often tachycardic. I even had to miss some of Goalielocks’ games because it would be too much of a load for my heart. (My doc was proud of me for actually recognizing the risk and avoiding it.)
Throughout my hyperthyroidism, I have been unable to workout. As someone who was teaching Zumba, running and practicing yoga all the time, the lifestyle change was unbearable. I look forward most to resuming my active lifestyle. I’ll be easing back into it, so as to not hurt myself or imperil my tendon’s healing. I’ve found that since my thyroid flipped from hyper to hypo that my joints and muscles are quite achy and sore. My doc assured me that the pain will go away as my thyroid balances out on the medication.
When my doctor told me this morning that my thyroid had finally flipped and the radiation worked, I could have kissed her. A fact, I was not shy in sharing with her. When she cleared me for activity, I was even happier. I think I left their office skipping with an ear to ear grin. I started the synthetic thyroid hormones today and with it another chapter in the fight against Graves. My doc has laid out a clear and concise treatment plan, which won’t be without bumps, but in the end will get me back to normal. I’m happy knowing that I’m on the road to normalcy with the worst behind me.
Naturally, when I got home from work I ate my dinner, let it rest and got on the treadmill. I promised myself that I’d start slow and I did. I put on my AirPods and ran. The first mile was not easy. My knees were quite stiff and unforgiving, but they to settled in as time went on. It felt absolutely liberating to jog/run again. I warmed up for three minutes then ran for ten, walked for two, ran for ten and then cooled down. When it was all said and done, I had run two miles. The last mile kicked my arse, but it felt so good to be back at it. I complimented my run with a 25 minute yoga session focusing on stretching the legs.