On the first part of this post I talked about how I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism, how the treatment ended with me in the other side of the spectrum: hypothyroidism.

Losing my hair and regaining my confidence

The upside of this whole ordeal, is that I was able to experience both sides of the ‘disease’ So if you come to me and said ‘Hey I have hyper…. Or hey I have hypo…’ I can say ‘I get you girl…’ The downside as you can imagine is that I experienced ALL THE SYMPTOMS haha I went from anxious and hyperactive to barely being able to get away from the couch, from sleeping all day to insomnia, and the ups and down of the scale, but the only thing that got me were the physical changes.

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Hey remember me? I know I’ve been a little MIA lately, not only here but in most of my social media platforms (besides the odd Instagram story) and I guess I have a ‘good excuse’ for it.
2017 wasn’t the best of years, it took a bit of learning, falling a bit back in love with myself to get through it and realizing that sometime is best to leave it to the professionals.
It all started around the time my parents came to visit us in Berlin, when they realized that my hands used to shake a lot and I had lost a bit of weight (but to be honest all parents are always saying you lost weight)

I used to blame it on the cold and the stress of moving countries, but when we got to Mallorca, things got considerably worse. My hands keep shaking, just a bit of sun would ‘hurt’ my eyes, I felt nervous, anxious, I couldn’t sleep, I kept losing weight even though I was basically binge eating and for some reason, every loud noise (dogs barking, cars honking, someone shouting) would scare the crap out of me, I would feel almost paranoid and fear closing doors for god’s sake.

I kept blaming it on other things: stress, that Berlin was quite dark and I needed to get used to the sun again, that I was unfit therefore my heart felt like it was trying to leave my body (alien style) when I exercised and that I never had dogs so I wasn’t used to the barking…. bulls#t like that.

Eventually Le Boyfriend forced me to go to the doctor, within a couple of seconds he made me stand up, he touched my neck and said, ‘I think you might have a thyroid problem’ Two blood tests and a scan later and I’m crying myself over a bucket of ice-cream screaming ‘WFT is a thyroid?!’

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