Follow-up on the thyroid med issue:
I spoke with the nurse in the GP’s office and told her what was going on and that I was not taking the meds until the bloodwork is back and I’ve talked with the doctor.
After my weird burst of joy when it dawned on me what’s going on, I’ve noticed that I’m still a bit ditchy. I’m bored and I can’t figure out why when I have stuff to do (PI / household), sad (why?), lonely (I know. So what else is new?) and filled with ennui.
Last night, I looked at Meetup.com to see if there were groups relatively close that shared my interests (writing, crocheting, talking ….) and found few. The ones that seemed interesting, I joined so I’ll learn of new adventures.
I’m not having the same ‘circling the drain’ thoughts as I did before my med epiphany but that low-level blah is pervasive. (Yes, I will talk to the doctor about all of this. I don’t see a psych ward in my future.)
Part of this is the realization that the corporate job carried all of my ‘socialization’ needs. This is the first year since 2012 that I’ve not gone back in some capacity.
This blog has turned into my damn diary any more. Good thing I’m not dating because if someone asked me what I like to do for fun, I’d have to say “Whining to 3 people on my blog, playing “Secrets of the Past” on Facebook, pretending I’m chipper when I want to sit in the closet and snuggling with PJ.” Gosh, imagine how exciting I’ll sound to someone new. (cough)
Anyway, consider this your daily w(h)ine.
I’m glad you looked into meet ups. My classic movie group has come to mean a great deal to me. And one of the things that’s so cool is that it’s tabula rasa. Joanna and I met after one night and she started telling me about her career trials and said, “I really wish I knew a writer.” Um … yoo hoo! We’d been seeing one another monthly for a year and all she knew about me is that I idolize Katharine Hepburn whereas she’s all about Ingrid Bergman. I admired her eclectic world view and she thought I was witty, so we liked and enjoyed each other, but the thing that usually defines me — my career — was completely unknown to her. It’s interesting to meet people, and see how you’re experienced by them, in a new way.
Also, THYROID. HORMONES. Get them both checked. Get them both in order. Looking back, it truly frightens me how miserable menopause made me. And it pisses me off, since women have been going through this since Eve in the Garden of Eden. I mean, medical science can’t unlock this shit and make it bearable for us?
Anyway, there’s no reason for you to suffer when you don’t have to.
Go for a LONG walk. I’m not kidding. Walk your butt off. I cannot begin to tell you how many things I solve by walking. The weather is glorious — go walk, especially because you don’t want to.
Tough love, baby doll.
(P.S.. I still think the thyroid meds need to be figured out. You stopped all meds, so, of course, things are still out of whack.)
Yes, the med stuff definitely needs straightening out and I’m on it. And you’re right. A walk will do me good. I’ll do that tomorrow. Thank you for the tough love. I need someone to kick my ass.