ZZZZZZ.

I was sincerely hoping that the whole thyroid problem (hyper, hypo? not sure...) I was diagnosed with during pregnancy was just pregnancy related and that it would go away once WIP was removed from my insides. My doctor said it's usually 50/50 - some women have to continue the meds, others don't.

I figured my chances were slim to none, since my Dad has the same thing and it's hereditary. But I was holding out hope, since I hate taking medicine and also have the memory of a gnat, so I often forget to take such things. Also, you're supposed to take the pill first thing in the morning on an empty stomach and not eat FOR AN HOUR. Uncool.

Well, my meds ran dry a few days ago and I simply forgot to fill the prescription. I noticed yesterday that I was super duper tired and sluggish and just couldn't put my finger on it. A full pot of coffee later, it dawned on me: stupid thyroid. Stupid medicine.

I refilled it today, and will do so every month for the rest. of. my. life.

And now, for a nap.

PS - This is my 200th post!! :)