It hardly ever snows in the desert.
The desert is sunny and warm most days which is one of the main reasons I live here. As you know if you have a low thyroid, being cold is a major symptom. And for those of you who have a happier thyroid, let me tell you that we are not talking about your run-of-the-mill, mainstream, ordinary kind of cold. Hypothyroid cold is painful and relentless. There is no relief other than standing under a scalding hot shower until your fingers prune and you stay a little longer because you know getting out means being cold again. I would do whatever I could to keep myself from getting cold.
This past weekend, we had a freak blizzard here in Arizona. My sweet doggie love Max doesn’t have a thyroid problem. This guy LOVES snow. Usually his daddy handles the cold weather walks for Max, however, his daddy just happened to be gone during this blizzard. So it was up to mommy, who would of course do anything for her sweet doggie love. I bundled up like I was climbing Mt. Everest and set out on the trail, preparing to be frozen. But as we walked, I realized that I was not freezing. I even peeled off a few of the many layers of clothes I was wearing. It was wonderful! I didn’t freeze in the snow for the first time in 8 years. We had such a great time playing in the snow that we stayed out there for hours.
So one of my major symptoms is getting better! What this means is that the medicine is working. This is a huge revelation and gives me HOPE. The decision to take prescription medicine to support my thyroid was a hard one. I had convinced myself that I did not need conventional medicine to heal – I would do it by eliminating goitrogenic foods, armed with extensive internet research. I blindly plugged along believing I was fine, until I plunged into the adrenal abyss. My incredible husband, who had been there for me every step of the way, dragged me to the doctor. We had no choice. When I started taking medicine, I had (many) moments (days) of FEAR. The “what if” kind of fear. As in, “what if” we missed something and it’s not my thyroid and now I’m going to be on the wrong medicine?!?!?!? And “what if” I am going to have to be on this for the rest of my life? “What if” there are side effects? “What if” I never feel better? I held onto this fear for a while. I guess I used it as a crutch just in case I didn’t get better. With the help of family (thanks, guys), I eventually began to replace the fear with more positive thoughts and the fear got quieter. It was only then was I able to start moving towards healing.
And here I am feeling warmer which makes me feel better. This gives me more fuel to make it through the harder times and to shine a little more light on those places that are still dark. I AM HEALING.