Here’s the deal, my friends. A few months ago, this happy, perky author began to feel exhausted and a wee bit depressed. Yes. Me who through all my years of putting one step forward followed by the next and never giving up, felt sad and depressed. Fate stepped in with a blood test before going for my yearly check-up. Sure enough, the TSH number for thyroid normally .04 or .05 was double YIKES 28 +. My doctor immediately called an endocrinologist and within an hour, I sat at his desk discussing the problem.
“Not to worry,” he said. “I’ll phone in a prescription to elevate the dose and we’ll get together in six weeks to see how you’re doing.”
I did worry since I still felt poorly. In my usual way, I kept writing my latest book, almost finished now, took care of grandest but instead of my husband taking…
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