On Saturday, I took Ryan and Cole to the North Pole (a Christmas themed amusement park for kids), which is about 100 miles from my home. We spent the night at my dad’s house in Denver, and then drove the rest of the way outside Colorado Springs on Saturday. My sister, her daughter, my sister-in-law, and my dad came too. The weather was perfect, and the kids had the best time. Watching the kids having so much fun made the day for the adults.
The only negative aspect of the trip for me, was while I was unpacking at my dad’s house on Friday night, I discovered I had forgotten to bring my Synthroid (thyroid replacement medication) with me. The medication has to be taken every day in the morning, and we were staying until Sunday, so that meant two days without it.
I was wondering how I was going to feel by Sunday night. I wondered if I had enough built up in my system that I would hardly notice it, or if I would immediately start feeling tired, and out of energy.
On Saturday evening, after walking around the North Pole all day, I felt pretty much the same. I felt a little more tired than usual, but nothing I couldn’t handle. While my dad and the boys were enjoying a marshmallow roast in the backyard, I decided to go for a run; unsure if I would have enough energy for my usual Sunday run. I only planned to run until I got tired, but I was able to do 3.2 miles.
I had some plans with a friend for later on Saturday night, but I canceled- I decided it was more important to get a really good night’s rest. I woke up on Sunday, and I could tell right away I had missed the dose of Synthroid the previous day. I felt tired, and sluggish. I ate some protein for breakfast, hoping that would give me a boost, and my dad had a vitamin drink he gave me.
It was another beautiful Indian Summer day on Sunday, and the boys and I walked to a neighborhood park and played. After running around with the boys, walking, carrying Cole for part of the way home, and making lunch for them, I was out of energy. They boys played in the back yard, while I sat on the patio and watched them, and I felt like I was having a flashback to the summer. They played, and I sat and watched because that was all I could do.
It has been almost three months I have been on Synthroid, and I have never missed a dose. I also have felt wonderful since the day I started taking it. I absolutely hated sitting in that chair, feeling fatigued again, and knowing if I don’t take that tiny pill every day- the result is I end up out of energy- no matter what I do.
I let myself feel sad for a few minutes. Then I came to the final terms with not having a thyroid anymore and being on medication. It isn’t my first choice. I hate feeling like I am dependant on a medication in order to feel well. However, I am sure it will not be the only time in my life I will forget a dose.
As I watched my boys play, I knew it all comes down to my attitude and it always will. Other than canceling my plans on Saturday night, I did everything I had planned to do for the weekend- Synthroid or no Synthroid. I could have gotten a cold, or the flu, and felt even worse.
Living life to the fullest, after an illness takes some adjustments, but they are worth making, worth getting through. If not you give up. There isn’t anything that I can’t do for myself, or for my boys that I couldn’t do before my illness. If taking medication allows me to this, it is a small price to pay, and one I am happy to pay- over and over again.
Here are some pictures from the weekend:
Cole, Maelin, & Ryan Flying
The Motorcycle Gang
Row of Fall Maple Trees in Denver
