The 'roid to happiness...

I don't usually blog about illness and misery but hahahahaha I'm going to do so today! lolz!! Well, there I was, tired all the time

inexplicably emotional

and generally on a bit of a

 Doctor says 'oh, that's ok, nothing to worry about. You're just mental. Have some pills'. After a while the pills didn't seem to work. So I ask for a blood test (doctor: 'Are you sure you want us to do this test? You don't really need it?') and it turns out I've actually got thyroid problems! Now then, say the word Thyroid and being a Yorkshirewoman I think of Thyroyd as being, perhaps, a small town near Huddersfield (Welcome to Thyroyd! You'll never leave! er, because you'll be too tired to) or something. Or worse, High Royds, an infamous psychiatric hospital/former asylum (kind of fitting, given how I feel!) But it turns out that my Thyroid is actually a

shaped gland in my

which is too bloody lazy to make enough of some hormone or other (ie, it's hypothyroid, fact fans!) so it leaves me feeling like a

unable to do basic tasks such as

let alone

or even

Anyway. I have some Levothyroxine pills to take every morning, and apparently they should be working soon (I just love the jovial uncertainty of medicine. 21st century and things 'should start to work soon') so normal service should be resumed in a few weeks, with any luck. I hope you'll forgive my blog neglect, stitch'n'bitch absenteeism and email pants-ness in the meantime :) Right...I think I need a lie-down...