Fear not....Elyse here...and this is merely a rant influenced by a few things...
1. I am 21 years old, and have Hashimoto's Thyroiditis, a condition where your body attacks your thyroid, which apparently controls everything that's mildly important in your body. You know, like temperature, heart rate, and complete bitch fits. This disease is not normally found in people this young, and since it isn't curable, I will live with it for longer than the old crows who get it later in life.
2. I have a rash. GASP!!! Not to worry, I have not acquired some strange VD (not shorthand for Valentine's Day) My eyes swell up along with a rash on my inner elbows, which makes people not trust leaving children with me, because I look like an IV drug user.
(Also, disregard everything about feeling better from the previous post, because that was as short-lived as a Kardashian wedding.)
I am completely, utterly in a hate-hate relationship with my own body. I have had a fever for months that no one can explain. I have been off my rocker with all of these issues for so long, that I mostly wanted to post this because as common as Hashimoto's is amongst women, all of the blogs about it are so damn happy-slappy.
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YEAH>>>>Fuck that.
Sometimes it seems like a whole bunch of not feel-good is heaped in your lap, and there is a point where the guy who asked you how you're doing at the grocery store (even though he was just doing his bullshit scripted job) gets an earful about how fucked up my life and health is. Condensed version.
So...will I continue to be grumpy cat for the rest of my life? (Hint: this shit will never go away. i.e., prognosis is shit.) No. I will probably get out of this horrible auto-immune flare up and apologize for this rant. Well, maybe not.
Really, I think it's important for those who have this same level of fuck my awful meat-suit that has turned on me attitude to maybe commiserate. Or to feel bad for me, or to raise me to the level of a martyr. I'm not complaining. (Well, I am complaining about Hashi's, just not about being a lovely martyr, to be memorialized into stained glass, and portriatized for many generations to come.)
The take-away message from all of this:
Go find someone with an autoimmune disorder and hug them and buy them a drink, because one of two things is happening to them right now...
1. They're not in a flare-up, but are so busy doing things while they constantly fear the next flare-up/
2. They're in a flare-up, and may be totally unloveable, unreachable, angry, and physically miserable.
Buy them a drink, hear them out, and be so fucking glad that you're of relative good health. (Thanks to WebMD, though, I doubt anyone thinks they're not dying.)
Thanks for hearing me out guys, and if you struggle with a disease that makes you attack your own goddamn body, or want to know more about Hashi's, or want to complain about how boring this post was, please feel free to leave comments below.
Cheers, Elyse
