Every now and then, something happens in my life or on this blog that requires the presence of clowns. Not just any clowns, but Dog Blog Clowns.
The Dog Blog Clowns are like rodeo clowns, but for bloggers. When things fall apart, they ride in to distract us while I call for a clean-up on aisle six.
The first time the Dog Blog Clowns visited us, it was to cover up a little moment of blog maintenance. The next time they came, nearly every tree on our neighbor’s land was being felled, and I was devastated. (Update: I have to admit, I’m enjoying the extra sunlight these days.)
Now, the services of the Dog Blog Clowns are needed once more. Here they come to save the day.
And here is why the day needs to be saved.
You may already know that I have a thyroid condition, where my body produces too little of the crucial thyroid juices. This can result in debilitating muscle weakness and fatigue — it had me slammed for a long, long time. But once I got medical treatment in 2012 and started taking good-quality medication, my whole life changed.
I was able to leap up from the couch to which my hiney had been glued, reclaiming a vitality that I hadn’t had for years. I rediscovered my creativity. I embarked on all sorts of artsy adventures, and even climbed seventeen mountains.* I also became an astronaut.*
* No, I didn’t.
Under good-quality medical care, my thyroid remained stable for about two years. But this year, and particularly this month, I’ve had a few challenges. Without going into too many details —
— Dog Blog Clowns! —
— let’s just say that my own personal thyroid gland seems to be asserting itself, and is having words with my medication. The result: I’ve ricocheted from low thyroid up to high thyroid and back, sometimes within a matter of days.
For the second time in six months, I’ve needed to lower my thyroid dose. I’m actually really encouraged by this. I see it as a sign that my body’s innate wisdom is kicking in and kicking butt. Good morning, thyroid gland! Want some waffles?
I realize that this may just be an aberration (for those in the know, I test negative for Hashimoto’s, an autoimmune response that can cause this kind of thyroid roller coaster). But even still, I can actually imagine a day in my future where my own body will produce enough of the juice to get me off the medication. I never thought I’d be able to envision that day.
But in the meantime, I’m dancing a dance of trying to figure out how much medication I need in the now. My nurse practitioner, a goddess in human form, has given me carte blanche to lower my meds, and I’m carting that blanche with a passion.
So: I have been a little overwhelmed lately (as I mentioned in my last post) and, on some days, have been really, really tired. As in, How did this paintbrush come to weigh ten pounds? And, Is this a couch which I see before me, the cushions toward my rump? Come, let me nap on thee. (Sorry, Hamlet.)
To all the amazing people who pop by this blog for doses of artsy/dogsy/catsy goodness, I want to say a major Thank You. Especially to you folks who have so generously left comments here on this little blog. I apologize from the bottom of my
heart thyroid gland for not replying to your wonderful comments in a timely way lately. Every single one of your comments is loved and appreciated. Every single reader, whether you comment or not, is beloved to me. That means you. Thank you.
Right now, as I write this, I’m feeling pretty good. Tomorrow, I don’t know about yet. The next day? Meh. We’ll take it when it comes. I’m dancing the thyroid dance, but eventually every band has to stop playing. I’ll get off this dance floor yet, and will fizz and pop with good health before you know it.
And that’s not just a coat of my patented Pollyanna Lacquer.TM
I really believe it’s the truth.
Thank you, again, for being here. Hugs from me, and lots of licky-kisses from the Dog Blog Clowns.