a bullet dodged

It's hypothyroidism.

I feel as though I have dodged a bullet. Here I was, for a week, thinking, "okay, if it's fibro, at least I'll be able to manage it somewhat..." and trying to acclimate myself to possibly never really feeling 100% ever again, and it turns out I have a wonky thyroid.

Even though in the back of my head, I find it incredibly fucked up that I am celebrating having a disorder that will require a pill a day for the rest of my life, I am ecstatic at the fact that I have something that is treatable.

I am looking forward to the big bear hug Sid is going to give me at the pier: for the first time in my life, he's going to hug me and it won't hurt.