SweetRevenge85
October 11th, 2009, 09:59 PM
Hi guys, I'm new to this so thanks for bearing with me here. Before I start I want to give you a little history. I apologize in advance if it's lengthy.
I'm 24 yrs old and this past march, I've discivered a lump on the front lower right side of my neck. Not constantly painful, only on occasion.
I was obese for practically my entire teenage life, mostly due to inactivity and overeating. My heaviest weight was 310lbs. I was still living with my parents at the time and things weren't going so well. I had basically been raising my twin sister since I was 12 yrs old (picking them up at daycare and when they started going to school, I picked them up at school and helped them with their homework. Then it was supper time and bath time. The only thing my mom had to do was put them to bed. My weekends were all mine, I was never home!) I did the entire cleaning of the house twice a week and cooked dinner for the whole family. All that on top of all that, I was a full time student in college and working part time to earn some pocket money. At that same time, I had noticed a picture of myself at my godson's baptism I couldn't believe what I saw! That 'blob' was me. So I decided to put myself on a diet and start doing a few exercises in m free time in my room.
My parents started having financial difficulties and eventually needed my help to pull through, so I left school and got a good paying full time job. Part of my paycheck went to groceries and some tiny bills here and there while they took care of the mortgage.
When I was 19 yrs old, I went to see my doctor because I had been feeling blue for at least two months. He ordered blood tests and told me that I was going through a depression and prescribed me some Wellbutrin XL. But there was this one comment he shooted at me that felt so cold on his part and caught me off guard right before I left his office. He told me: "Your thyroid is slightly slow. Not enough to be prescribed any meds, but don't worry... That's not why you're fat". I didn't pay much attention to that comment until last march, because after all I was depressed so I didn't care for anything much really and aside from the fact that I was fat, my colesterol was ok, blood pressure was ok, everything was ok.
So I left his office and headed to the drug store to have my prescription filled, but something happened to me on my way there. I stood there, in front of the store, staring at the prescription I had in my hand for a good 5 minutes with tears filling my eyes, but not rolling down my cheeks. Then I had an epiphany. I tore up the prescription for the antidepressants and said to myself: "F*ck that! I can do this on my own! I don't need this sh*t to get through it!" So I tossed the torn up paper in the trash and headed on home.
In 2006, at the age of 21, I had managed to save up enough money so I decided it was time for me to move out of my parents place. I figured it was the best thing I can do for myself, because their marriage was falling apart and I was becoming the mediator between them and couldn't handle it anymore. By the time I moved out in Oct of 2006, I had lost 80lbs. I moved in with my best friend whom I've known for 10 yrs and everything seemed fine. Seemed! I started having problems going to the bathroom. I was constipated. at one point I hadn't gone to the bathroom in 1-1/2 weeks and I was so "full of sh*t", literally speaking, that I puked everything I ate or drank, even water. I tried every OTC and home remedy. Suppositories, X-Lax, that saline solution that's supposed to make you go, even fresh and dried prunes. Nothing. until one day I sat on the toilet and said I'm not leaving here until something comes out. I went blue in the face, but it happenned. I went to see my doc and explained the situation, he said it was Irritable Bowel Syndrome. So I left it at that. To this day, constipation is a problem. I go once, maybe twice a week. not more.
Then in february 2007, I was home alone and I started feeling cold... really cold. I got dressed up with flannel pants, a sweatshirt, wool socks, cranked the heat up and put an extra wool blanket on my bed ontop of the down's feather comforter that was already there. Then, I started feeling this huge pressure in the left side of my abdomen, then the pressure released, but it was so painful. I got up to go get the phone, but I couldnt feel my legs. I could walk, but couldnt feel them. I was holding myself up with the wall. I call 911 they came to get me, took my vitals, and brought me to the emergency room. I went through triage and can you believe it, spent 9hrs there before being sent home with a "you have nothing". That was the only episode of the kind and I sort of brushed it of, coz it was 'nothing', my spleen was ok, everything was ok.
So I continued on with my life. Working full time and going to school (when I moved out, I told myself that I would get a diploma no matter what it took) and still eating healthily and working out at the gym regularly. Then the same thing that had happened with my parents, happened with my best friend. I was the mediator between her and her boyfriend. I have to say though, she had issues. I had to call the cops on her. I told her that she needed help and had to see a psychiatrist. She thanked me in the end, which shocked me, but anyways she had lost her job as well because of her issues and I was left to fend for both of us.
In february 2008, she ended up moving in with her boyfriend because she didn't have to pay a single penny and I had to move as well. So I found this cute little inexpensive and clean appartment and have been living there ever since. (I'm actually moving in with my bf of 2 years next month, I'm so happy!)
But during that time, I've noticed a few changes in my body that are not ME. I usually was, despite that one depression that lasted a few months until I kicked myself in the butt, a very energetic and lively person with a constant smile on my face. I was smart and outgoing and wasn't afraid to speak my mind. I would stay in the sun for hours (with sunblock of course) and just enjoy it. Now it seems like I'm on a cycle of one breakdown every 3-4 months for no reason, I just start crying coz I feel like crying. I suggested to my doc that maybe the brand of birth control pills that I was taking wasn't for me. I changed brands twice. From Alesse to Aviane to Yasmine. So far, the latter seems ok, more like one crying spell 6-7 months so I prefer that. I've noticed that my hair is thinner and I lose more of it when I brush it than before (perharps age, who knows. I'm not 18 anymore). My nails are also very thin, malleable and break easily. My skin is EXTREMELY dry and sensitive now. It can't tolerate the sun anymore. I wear sunblock SPF 60 and re-apply it every 30 mins when the sun is very strong and I still get burned and blister. This had never happened before. On top of my skin being dry, my mouth is as well and have bad breath, that never was the case before. I've been getting more and more headaches. I used to be able to sleep for 5-6hours a night, now I sleep 8 hours and can't get through a movie when I'm watching it, even if it's interesting. I fall asleep! I get tired at the slightest exertion. I painted 2 rooms in my new appartment and it took me 3 days, I was too tired to do it. I used to be able to do it all in one day before. And cold... I use to have only a scarf on with my winter jacket and my hands in my pocket and running shoes on my feet and I was fine, now I CAN'T STAND any cold. I have huge furry, fluffy boots almost up to my knees, a thick wool sweater, a ****ie (just the turtleneck part of a turtleneck, not an actual shirt), a scarf, a hat, my winter jacket with the hood on, thick wool gloves with my hands rolled up into the sleeves of the jacket and stuffed in my pocket. I live in Canada, so that's going to be a major issue with the type of winters we have.
I used to be quick-witted, a quick thinker, very smart and able to think up a solution for anything. Now, I feel like I can't concentrate or can't think straight. It's as if my mind is cloudy/foggy. I don't like that. I feel stupid although I know I'm not.
In march 2009, while working at my computer desk, I noticed a little lump in my neck. I immediately went to see the doctor and he said it was a nodule on my thyroid and that I would need blood tests and an ultrasound. For the follow up he told me my TSH was normal and the ultrasound didnt reveal anything but a bump and that I was normal. I got mad! I told him: "I'm sorry, but I bump doesn't just grow on my thyroid for no reason. It's not normal!" He told me that there's nothing he can do for me and gave me a reference to see an endocrinologist. He didn't mention anything about Hashi's, but I did research online and it seems like the most probable thing.
I'm still waiting for an appointment to see an endo.
What do you guys think?
Sorry about the lengthiness of this post, but I appreciate you reading me and welcome all your answers.
Thanks
I'm 24 yrs old and this past march, I've discivered a lump on the front lower right side of my neck. Not constantly painful, only on occasion.
I was obese for practically my entire teenage life, mostly due to inactivity and overeating. My heaviest weight was 310lbs. I was still living with my parents at the time and things weren't going so well. I had basically been raising my twin sister since I was 12 yrs old (picking them up at daycare and when they started going to school, I picked them up at school and helped them with their homework. Then it was supper time and bath time. The only thing my mom had to do was put them to bed. My weekends were all mine, I was never home!) I did the entire cleaning of the house twice a week and cooked dinner for the whole family. All that on top of all that, I was a full time student in college and working part time to earn some pocket money. At that same time, I had noticed a picture of myself at my godson's baptism I couldn't believe what I saw! That 'blob' was me. So I decided to put myself on a diet and start doing a few exercises in m free time in my room.
My parents started having financial difficulties and eventually needed my help to pull through, so I left school and got a good paying full time job. Part of my paycheck went to groceries and some tiny bills here and there while they took care of the mortgage.
When I was 19 yrs old, I went to see my doctor because I had been feeling blue for at least two months. He ordered blood tests and told me that I was going through a depression and prescribed me some Wellbutrin XL. But there was this one comment he shooted at me that felt so cold on his part and caught me off guard right before I left his office. He told me: "Your thyroid is slightly slow. Not enough to be prescribed any meds, but don't worry... That's not why you're fat". I didn't pay much attention to that comment until last march, because after all I was depressed so I didn't care for anything much really and aside from the fact that I was fat, my colesterol was ok, blood pressure was ok, everything was ok.
So I left his office and headed to the drug store to have my prescription filled, but something happened to me on my way there. I stood there, in front of the store, staring at the prescription I had in my hand for a good 5 minutes with tears filling my eyes, but not rolling down my cheeks. Then I had an epiphany. I tore up the prescription for the antidepressants and said to myself: "F*ck that! I can do this on my own! I don't need this sh*t to get through it!" So I tossed the torn up paper in the trash and headed on home.
In 2006, at the age of 21, I had managed to save up enough money so I decided it was time for me to move out of my parents place. I figured it was the best thing I can do for myself, because their marriage was falling apart and I was becoming the mediator between them and couldn't handle it anymore. By the time I moved out in Oct of 2006, I had lost 80lbs. I moved in with my best friend whom I've known for 10 yrs and everything seemed fine. Seemed! I started having problems going to the bathroom. I was constipated. at one point I hadn't gone to the bathroom in 1-1/2 weeks and I was so "full of sh*t", literally speaking, that I puked everything I ate or drank, even water. I tried every OTC and home remedy. Suppositories, X-Lax, that saline solution that's supposed to make you go, even fresh and dried prunes. Nothing. until one day I sat on the toilet and said I'm not leaving here until something comes out. I went blue in the face, but it happenned. I went to see my doc and explained the situation, he said it was Irritable Bowel Syndrome. So I left it at that. To this day, constipation is a problem. I go once, maybe twice a week. not more.
Then in february 2007, I was home alone and I started feeling cold... really cold. I got dressed up with flannel pants, a sweatshirt, wool socks, cranked the heat up and put an extra wool blanket on my bed ontop of the down's feather comforter that was already there. Then, I started feeling this huge pressure in the left side of my abdomen, then the pressure released, but it was so painful. I got up to go get the phone, but I couldnt feel my legs. I could walk, but couldnt feel them. I was holding myself up with the wall. I call 911 they came to get me, took my vitals, and brought me to the emergency room. I went through triage and can you believe it, spent 9hrs there before being sent home with a "you have nothing". That was the only episode of the kind and I sort of brushed it of, coz it was 'nothing', my spleen was ok, everything was ok.
So I continued on with my life. Working full time and going to school (when I moved out, I told myself that I would get a diploma no matter what it took) and still eating healthily and working out at the gym regularly. Then the same thing that had happened with my parents, happened with my best friend. I was the mediator between her and her boyfriend. I have to say though, she had issues. I had to call the cops on her. I told her that she needed help and had to see a psychiatrist. She thanked me in the end, which shocked me, but anyways she had lost her job as well because of her issues and I was left to fend for both of us.
In february 2008, she ended up moving in with her boyfriend because she didn't have to pay a single penny and I had to move as well. So I found this cute little inexpensive and clean appartment and have been living there ever since. (I'm actually moving in with my bf of 2 years next month, I'm so happy!)
But during that time, I've noticed a few changes in my body that are not ME. I usually was, despite that one depression that lasted a few months until I kicked myself in the butt, a very energetic and lively person with a constant smile on my face. I was smart and outgoing and wasn't afraid to speak my mind. I would stay in the sun for hours (with sunblock of course) and just enjoy it. Now it seems like I'm on a cycle of one breakdown every 3-4 months for no reason, I just start crying coz I feel like crying. I suggested to my doc that maybe the brand of birth control pills that I was taking wasn't for me. I changed brands twice. From Alesse to Aviane to Yasmine. So far, the latter seems ok, more like one crying spell 6-7 months so I prefer that. I've noticed that my hair is thinner and I lose more of it when I brush it than before (perharps age, who knows. I'm not 18 anymore). My nails are also very thin, malleable and break easily. My skin is EXTREMELY dry and sensitive now. It can't tolerate the sun anymore. I wear sunblock SPF 60 and re-apply it every 30 mins when the sun is very strong and I still get burned and blister. This had never happened before. On top of my skin being dry, my mouth is as well and have bad breath, that never was the case before. I've been getting more and more headaches. I used to be able to sleep for 5-6hours a night, now I sleep 8 hours and can't get through a movie when I'm watching it, even if it's interesting. I fall asleep! I get tired at the slightest exertion. I painted 2 rooms in my new appartment and it took me 3 days, I was too tired to do it. I used to be able to do it all in one day before. And cold... I use to have only a scarf on with my winter jacket and my hands in my pocket and running shoes on my feet and I was fine, now I CAN'T STAND any cold. I have huge furry, fluffy boots almost up to my knees, a thick wool sweater, a ****ie (just the turtleneck part of a turtleneck, not an actual shirt), a scarf, a hat, my winter jacket with the hood on, thick wool gloves with my hands rolled up into the sleeves of the jacket and stuffed in my pocket. I live in Canada, so that's going to be a major issue with the type of winters we have.
I used to be quick-witted, a quick thinker, very smart and able to think up a solution for anything. Now, I feel like I can't concentrate or can't think straight. It's as if my mind is cloudy/foggy. I don't like that. I feel stupid although I know I'm not.
In march 2009, while working at my computer desk, I noticed a little lump in my neck. I immediately went to see the doctor and he said it was a nodule on my thyroid and that I would need blood tests and an ultrasound. For the follow up he told me my TSH was normal and the ultrasound didnt reveal anything but a bump and that I was normal. I got mad! I told him: "I'm sorry, but I bump doesn't just grow on my thyroid for no reason. It's not normal!" He told me that there's nothing he can do for me and gave me a reference to see an endocrinologist. He didn't mention anything about Hashi's, but I did research online and it seems like the most probable thing.
I'm still waiting for an appointment to see an endo.
What do you guys think?
Sorry about the lengthiness of this post, but I appreciate you reading me and welcome all your answers.
Thanks