Saturday, May 23, 2015


My Great Aunt Rita passed away yesterday morning.  We knew this was coming but knowing it surely doesn't make it any easier.  My Dad, sister, brother in law and nephews were able to drive to Chicago on Tuesday to say good bye.  She was my Dad's Godmother as well so this is hitting him a bit harder.  My dad has lost 3 Aunts in a very short time frame.  Aunt Rita had a few nicknames all having relating to the fact that as a young girl she had very, very RED hair.  So she was always known as Red or Redski.  She loved that Princess Bear (PB) was following in her footsteps with the red hair!  To say that Red was a character would be putting it mildly.  There were a few things that Red was die hard about.  She loved her beer and her Chicago Cubs.  She was as outspoken and unapologetic as all get out.  She was superstitious as all hell.  There is a Polish superstition that if someone puts shoes on a table that a horrible fight or death is going to happen in the very near future.  Once when PB was a baby I had put her little dress shoes on the table.  I mean I don't even think PB was even 3 months old yet.  My grandmother had just had a major stroke and the family was all coming to Peoria to visit with her.  Red walked into the house and saw those baby shoes on the table and flipped!  She threw them on the floor and started praying.  She was very into astrology and how your sign contributed to your personality.  She would always give me the run down on how I am a "typical" Virgo.  As I mentioned she loved her beer and her Chicago Cubs... preferably at the same time!  If you made the mistake of calling her when a Cubs game was on you were going to get an earful and then be hung up on.  She'd call you back after the game but dammit!  Don't interrupt her game!

She was tough.  Liked doing for herself.  I think some of it was because she was widowed fairly young and raised her daughter along.  She never drove.  At least not that I can ever remember.  Didn't stop her from getting around though.  If someone in the family couldn't take her well then screw it!  She was taking the bus!  She was also fun.  She loved playing canasta.  Several times during summer vacations my sister and I would go spend a week with Aunt Rita and her daughter.  It gave everyone  a nice break and was a great opportunity for my sister and I to get to spend more time with our family in Chicago.  She always used to tell me that I was the easy one.  As long as she kept a stack of River Phoenix movies and romance books at the ready I was entertained.  My sister on the other hand was tough.  They'd butt heads and my sister wanted to be entertained by others.  Red finally figured out that if she taught my sister (who is very competitive) to play Canasta then she could invite some of the other Aunts over and they'd have a rockin' card game and my sister was happy.  She also wasn't going to do anything she didn't want to do.  That included cooking.  Whenever we stayed there it was pretty much "what restaurant do you want your meal from". 

She was gruff by nature and wasn't shy about telling anyone off whenever the mood struck her.  If you did something she didn't like you were going to hear about it and sooner rather than later.  Beneath all that gruffness though was a teddy bear.  Especially with her grandchildren. 

Bottom line is that she was one hell of a lady and she's going to be sorely missed.  This weekend we'll get together and drink beer and watch the Cubs and reminisce.  While we're doing that I'm pretty sure she, my other Great Aunts and Grandparents are up in Heaven playing Canasta.  Rest in Peace Red.  Love you!

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Thursday, May 14, 2015

Not enough shopping, chocolate or wine

The drama at Princess Bears (PBs) school continues to unfold.  The other day when I was picking up PB the little boys grandmother came over and started yelling at me.  I did talk to PBs coordinator about that and the fact that this whole mess is stressing the heck out of PB.  The teachers are taking this keeping the kids apart to the point of being militant and and learning experience that this might have been has been completely lost.  I did let the coordinator know that I was considering filing a police report.  I also have a meeting with the principal and coordinator next week.  My parents were initially very against me filing a police report.  They are concerned that the crazy grandmother and whack a doodle mom might try to retaliate.  My thing is that if we have some sort of paper trail to backup how crazy they are then we're better off.  One of my dads closest friends is a retired lawyer/ family court judge.  After he retired from public service he went to other countries teaching law.  Dude knows what he's doing.  I finally got through to my parents that it was probably a good idea for us to talk to Rick and get his opinion.  That's happening this weekend.  There are few people that I trust their opinion completely and Rick is definitely one of them.  I'm just ready for this shit to be done. 

Then today I signed my daughter up to be on the waiting list of a group home for when she's an adult.  It is absolutely killing me.  Everyone keeps on telling me that I need to make those arrangements in case something happens to me or PB decides that she's ready to move out of the house.  I don't think completely independent living is something PB will be able to do.  The place that I put her on the list for has a variety of options.  Everything from a 70 bed facility to a 4-6 person home.  At this point in time the woman who I talked to seems to think that a setting like a 4-6 person home is what PB needs.  There is 24 hour supervision but the residents do most of the things like cooking, cleaning and laundry themselves (at least to the best of their abilities).  PB is very much a home body and I honestly can't see her saying in 6 years that she wants to move out.

 I'm honestly not sure why this is suck a hard thing.  I don't know if it's giving the trust over to other people to take care of my baby and hope that they'll do a good job of it.  It's some more dreams that seem to be quietly dying.  I'm still hoping that we can obtain a level of independence for her that might allow her to live in an apartment and just have a caregiver check in a couple times a day.  Part of it is just pure fear.  The world is a very mean place and the innocents of this world are taken advantage of in horrible ways.  I can't keep my baby safe if she isn't with me. 

There are pluses to the facility I picked.  If PB is not ready when her turn on the waiting list comes up she doesn't go to the bottom of the list.  She gets the next opening once she feels this is a good thing for her.  This particular facility comes very highly recommended.  One of the women who was already a teen when my parents bought this house has her son in the 70 bed facility.  She really went into detail about how the employees at this facility are screened and watched over.  As far as facilities go it seems great.  That doesn't take away from the bottom line that this still sucks and is completely heartbreaking. 

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Life as I know it.....

is ever changing!  Not sure whether that's good or bad but it is what it is!  There continues to be fall out from this drama/mess with the little boy in Princess Bear's (PB's) classroom.  It just keeps coming.  I'm so completely ready for this school year to be over!  I did take a look at the little boys mothers Facebook page before unfriending her.  I'd never really looked at it before.  The woman is completely unguided.  Therefore I shouldn't be that surprised that her son is the same way.  I continue to feel bad for this little boy but am so glad that my child has nothing more to do with him!

Last night PB officially joined 4H!  She's very excited because she's friends with 3 of the little boys in the group.  We went on one field trip with them and she loved it so I'm hoping this continues to be  a good thing for her.  I'm also in the middle of trying to set up summer plans.  I really don't want to have too much set in stone.  It seems like I spend half the summer chauffeuring PB from one activity to another.  I'd like to have things be a little more relaxed this summer if possible. 

There is probably more going on but right now I'm too darn tired to remember!  I do believe it's time to call it a night!

Monday, May 4, 2015

When parents are doing a crappy job

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A couple of weeks ago Princess Bear's (PB's) class had a field trip to the zoo.  She wanted me to accompany her class so I did it.  One of her closest buddies is a little boy we'll call Derek (not his name but you can understand why I'm not using it, right?).  While we were all on the lunch break during the trip this little boy decided it was time  to stretch his yapper and try to see how very inappropriate a 12 year old could be.  It started out with him wanting to know why I wouldn't let my daughter watch certain TV shows.  This kid has Cart Blanche when it comes to TV time.  He watches things like Sons of Anarchy, Castle and Bones along with his Power Rangers and Disney Channel.  Also before you say to yourself "Oh the kid is probably just saying the names of shows he's seen".  Nope.  Since they are all shows that I watch (yet my child never ever has!) and he's actually given me episode synopsises that clearly isn't the case.  After I tried to explain that if they show wasn't educational because I can't make PB watch only educational stuff all the time that we limit what she watches to G and PG.  Yes my daughter will be 12 this summer but she is cognitively closer to an 8 or 9 year old.  I see no reason for her to be watching anything like Sons of Anarchy, Castle and Bones.  Now if she sees Nathan Fillion she'll say "Oh you're watching Castle" since everyone in my house watches it.  That said she's never seen more than 15-20 seconds before I turn it off or shag her butt out of the room.  My basic rule of thumb with her is that if it's on past 7pm on cable she can't watch it.  She's very happy watching Sprout (yes she still happily watches Sprout), Disney Channel and Nickelodeon.  Hell I won't let her watch Sponge Bob!  Do I protect my daughter too much?  Very possibly but I don't see that changing soon.

After Derek's little speech about me being unfair about not letting PB watch other shows he proceeded to tell me "When I turn 16 and get my license I'm going to come take PB out wherever and you can't stop us.  I'll help her sneak out of her room if you do" and that whooper was followed up by "When we turn 21 we're going to get married and I'm taking her to California and you'll never see her again".  I was in total and complete shock.  Another Mom actually looked at him and told him he was very inappropriate and needed to be quiet.  Now of course he never said any of these comments while his grandmother who was also attending the field trip was around.  After lunch I told her what Derek said.  She seemed rather unworried in general with a boys will be boys attitude.  Yeah lady if you're in the market to raise a juvenile delinquent and an abusive adult!  A bit later I said something to the aide for PBs room.  When I picked up PB from school that day I told her that she would never be hanging out with Derek after school for any reason at all and tried to explain the best I could how inappropriate his behavior was.

Now let's fast forward to this past week.  I see this messages on his mom's Facebook timeline:

I have NEVER been so PISSED! This is bullshit! I am going to raise all kinds of hell at my kids school tomorrow. They better realize real quick which kid they're talking about. I AM DONE! Somebody better start telling the truth.

Sad, but for my sons protection he will no longer be friends with people who make up lies about him when the person lying is the person that ORIGINALLY said it to begin with TO my son. He doesn't have time 4 bullshit

I even asked her what was going on.  Got no answer.  Now I truly get as a parent that we never want to think out child has done anything wrong and it's nice to try to grasp at straws and pass the buck when we can.  Here's where things in this tale get really interesting.  I get an email Thursday afternoon  that reads like this:

Hi Sarah,

I wanted to let you know I spoke with Derek's mother about the inappropriate comments Derek had made to PB. She told me today in a meeting that Derek has come home saying that PB told him "she was going to sneak in his window..." but not the "bow-chicka-wow-wow" part. I am not trying to cause or spread drama, but I wanted to make you aware of what PB has been reported to have said. Ms. Great Mom said Derek said that PB has been saying inappropriate comments to him since January, but she didn't put much credit to it. However, she has requested they not sit together anymore. I agree with this. After hearing the concerns on both sides this is a good solution. The kids can still be friends, attend the same classes, and work in the same group. They will just need to sit across from one another, have a peer in between them, and monitored during free social times such as school dances, field trips, free class time, ect.

I'm not 100% convinced Derek's accusations about PB are true, but I want to treat them as if they are to be fair for both sides. I honestly don't know where this started, or how long it has been going on. We are trying to stop it before it becomes something more. I will be going over the Anti-bully power point we watched in the beginning of the year with all the MCA students, focusing on the sexual harassment pages. I'm sure other kids in the class have seen things they may not realize are considered sexual harassment, but in today's world, to protect themselves, they need to have a good understanding of what types of behavior is acceptable, and what is not. 

I was also wondering if you wouldn't mind speaking with PB about keeping her hands off other students? PB seems to naturally be a "touchy" person, but I think it might be a good idea to address the desire for personal space. I can also speak with her privately about it. I have another student who is very "touchy" and they are reminded to "keep hands down and respect personal space." None of the "touchiness" is malicious, it's just to help protect the student from accusations, and the fact that not everyone likes their personal space to be invaded. 

As always, if you have any questions or concerns please feel free to contact me.

To which I followed up with this email:

Mrs. Teacher,

I totally agree with you that Derek and PB should be kept separated although I don’t think it should be completely obvious to all the children.   So I can address it with PB might I ask what you’ve been told she said?  I do have to admit I was appalled at what Derek said at the zoo to me.  I called him on what he said as did another mother.  I said something to his Grandmother while we were at the zoo and thought the issue was over.  Obviously, I don’t want to turn this into a he said/she said issue, but what he said to me in front of others was clearly inappropriate. 

I will be happy to discuss this with you and/or Mrs. Principal at any time if either of you feel it is necessary. 


The next morning instead of just dropping PB off to school I went in to talk to the teacher.  She and I were in her room with the door shut so no one could interrupt.  First thing she says to me is that she is very aware that Derek lies.  She also doesn't think that PB ever said anything inappropriate to the point that she felt comfortable telling the Principal that she was sure PB never said anything inappropriate.  She also shared that she thought the other childs mother was concerned and grasping at straws.  Additionally she said that the other mothers behavior frightened her so much that she went to get another teacher so there was a witness and she could feel more secure.  (hang on to that little tidbit because it's important soon).  She also looked at me and said "PB lives in a G rated world.  When I need to explain something to her I think about what Disney Princess or movie I can use as an example to help her relate".  The teacher also shared that Derek had been standing behind PB doing pelvic thrusts saying that is what he was going to do to PB.  Another student turned Derek in for that.  The teacher also mentioned that maybe this was all something this child might have gotten from TV and shared that she knew Derek watched very inappropriate shows.  The aide for the room came in and also said that she was very sure that PB would never say anything intentionally inappropriate and she was positive that PB never said anything along the lines that the other Mom was accusing of.   A few minutes later another teacher knocks on the door and asks if she wants another person in the room just in case.  The teacher I was talking to assured the other teacher that everything was fine and she was ok with it just being the 2 of us talking.  I did tell her that I talked to PB and told her no more contact of any kind with her peers.  This is a group that although 10-15 years old is functioning at a much lower level.  This kids still hold hands and hug occasionally.  I tried explaining to PB that she wasn't in trouble but that we were just trying to protect her.  So I'm still talking with the teacher and someone knocks on the door again and says that Derek's mom is there with the Principal and would like to talk.  The teacher arranged it so another teacher could watch her class so both she and the aide could join in the conversation.

We all walk down to the Principals office and I sit down across from this mom.  She instantly goes on the attack saying how PB had said this first and when Derek came home from school she immediately knew who he was talking about.  I explained to her that not only did her someone else hear her son making inappropriate comments but that person called him out on it.  She still was trying to say that PB has been doing in since January.  I asked her if anyone had ever heard PB say any of this things.  NOPE.  I then mention the witness I had to her sons bad behavior and then the fact that another student turned her son in for inappropriate behavior toward my daughter.  2 witness vs 0.  I also mentioned that I talked with her mom about what her son had said on the field trip.  She got all pissed that I didn't talk to her.  I explained that I hadn't wanted to make it a big issue.  That hopefully saying something to the adult there at the time would work.  She was still all pissy and trying to blame it on my daughter.  I again reminded her of multiple witness of her sons bad behavior and none for my daughters supposed bad behavior.  I also asked the Principal to check with the other Mom that heard this whole thing go down at the zoo. 

Everyone that I've discussed this with instantly knows that this other Mom is out of her gourd crazy if she thinks anyone is going to buy that my daughter was inappropriate.  The best response was from my friend Susy who instantly said "PB?  She's an innocent!".  Yep, that about sums it up.  I did wind up talking with the teacher, aid and principal after the other mom left and they all assured me that they do not think my daughter has ever said anything along those lines.  It's nice to have their validation.  I've also had 2 other moms, PB's piano teacher and a couple of family friends offer to write letters that would attest to PBs character if the need arises. 

I left that meeting feeling like I'd spend the past day going through a wringer and thought things would get better.  We agreed that the kids should be separated and I thought life would go on it's merry little way.  This bitch decided to get passive aggressive on Facebook.  I've since unfriended her and realized how very sorry I feel for her son.  It sucks that this little boy is being raised by someone that obviously has no intention of ever believing he can do wrong and therefore never correcting him.  It's a case of a very immature person trying to raise a child and it going miserably wrong.  I truly do feel sorry for her son. 

Friday, April 24, 2015

So ready to garden!

I'm so ready to get outside and start gardening!  Last weekend I bought several coir blocks and 4 bags of soil to add to our raised beds.  This year we are NOT doing tomatoes.  After several years of doing mostly tomatoes we're giving the soil a rest!  We're planting peas, green beans, carrots, cucumbers, lima beans and pumpkins.  I'm also doing the usual flowers zinnia's and marigolds.  I also added some calendula and plantain to the mix.  I want to expand on the lotions and salves I've been making this coming winter.  I also threw in some chamomile since we drink tons of chamomile tea.  We have 2 raised beds that are 2' x 20'.   Then I use containers for herbs, smaller plants and flowers.  Someone emailed me and asked why I use coir.  Basically it's a way to help retain moisture (we have heavy clay soil) and its more sustainable than peat.  A great article on coir can be found HEREI remember a few years ago when I first heard about coir I started calling around to the nurseries and greenhouses locally asking if they had coir blocks and they had no clue what I was talking about.  One person suggested that I just take a coir liner and rip that apart.  Nope!  Need way more than that.  I've found that Menards usually has about a dozen coir blocks in their inventory every spring.  I buy most of their inventory.  I'm just glad that I can find it locally now.  I HATE paying shipping for anything!  I'm cheap like that! :)  I've also bribed my friends kids to come over and do some heavy weeding/ prep garden work.  The kids are used to spending a ton of time on the farm and actually like weeding.  I told them if they cleaned up the raised beds they could then spend the rest of the day watching TV at our house.  They only have a very small TV and no cable at their house.  Therefore watching anything on our 55" is a big deal for them add Netflix to that and they'll weed their little hearts out! In years past I've always hit the dollar store and bought about 2 dozen sand pails to use as containers for flowers.  My dad hates it.  He thinks it looks junky.  I keep on telling him it's whimsical.  This year I went to buy the sand pails and the Dollar Tree had a big gardening section including planter pots for a buck.  I'll be thrilled to not hear my dad bitching about the sand pails!  I also bought a couple of pool noodles.  I cut the noodles into 1" slices and put a layer of that down in the pots I'm growing flowers in so I don't have to use as much soil.

I have my nephews for most of this weekend.  It's the big fundraiser at my  youngest nephews school that my sister chairs and is the treasurer for.  It's a royal pain in the butt for all of us.  I wind up getting home about 2am by the time my sister finally gets done wrapping things up each night.  I'm too dang old to be doing that anymore!  I feel it way too much!  On the upside it gives me some serious one on one with my nephews.  We always start the boys pumpkin seeds this weekend. It's so much fun to just hang out and have no really schedule.   I'll be dead tired come Monday but that's ok.

Now I need to go swap out laundry.  I swear the stuff is like Gremlins.  It totally  multiplies when you aren't looking!  We're trying to get PB's summer wardrobe figured out.  This is the first year in I don't remember how long that she might be able to actually wear some of her clothes a second year.  I'd be so excited if PB was finished with her growing.  She's almost 5'7".  It's darn hard to dress an 11 year old that is tall in an age appropriate manner!   Anyhoo- I'm off to go swap out laundry loads and get ready for an appointment.  Have  a great weekend!

Here is a pic of the Dollar Tree planters.  They aren't very deep.  My goal is adding flowers around the house will attract more bees and hummingbirds.  I think they'll work well for that.  

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Monday, April 20, 2015


So Spring came to visit.  It was lovely!  Driving around with the car windows open and  music turned up!  T-shirts and capris were dug out.  It was lovely!  The daffodils, tulips and lilacs are blooming!  It was lovely!  Alas, it was just a visit!  The saying around here is if you don't like the weather wait 10 minutes it'll change!  I'm now sitting here drinking hot tea and the heat is turned on!  Then again today's chilly and overcast is much better than yesterdays chilly and rainy so I'll take this and just enjoy looking at the daffodils and hope it warms up very soon! 

This past weekend was spent running lots of errands and watching Princess Bear (PB) try to dig out of her room.  To be honest after returning from Florida in December we were all sick and then life just got busy.  I really just didn't give a rats patooty what her room looked like.  Not a good thing because she really didn't care either.  Consequently her room looks like a dump.  Tomorrow is picture day at school and she's desperately looking for her Essie base coat and Sally Hansen quick dry since I told her I wasn't doing her nails until she found bit.  I'm such a mean mom!  On Saturday we spent some time putzing around Menards with my friend Susie and her kids.  I love that PB gets along so well with Susie's kiddos.  I grabbed several bags of organic dirt to top off the raised beds as well as several coir blocks to use.  I don't get why more people don't use coir instead of peat.  The price is right and it's sustainable.  Winner winner!   Yesterday after Sunday school and Church we got home and my mom opens the garage door and tells me to put on my ankle brace and that PB has to go to the bathroom.  We wound up running all over G-ds green earth!  The grocery store, dropping off a couple of meals for one of my mom's friends that had surgery and then we hit Farm and Fleet.  We tend to buy a lot of PBs clothes there.  Since she's completely out of kids sizes now its even harder to find stuff that is ok for her.  Doesn't look too old, isn't too low or too tight.   Basically it's a total pain in the a$$.  I do think I will finally break out the sewing machine this summer.  After about an hour of trying on various clothes we found several pairs of shorts and capris that work.  We're lacking in the t-shirt department.  PB kept on picking out John Deere, Carrhart, and Browning.  She was literally begging for a Browning sweatshirt that was on clearance.  My mom just kept on saying she refuses to dress her granddaughter like a redneck.  I'm going this weekend to see if the sweatshirt is still there.  If so it will be part of her birthday gift. 

We wrapped up the weekend watching the ACM awards.  It was great that the Oklahoma bombing was honored on the anniversary.  PB had a ball watching Luke Bryan.  So all in all it was a nice weekend!   Now for it to warm up enough to get the garden ready to go!  We're trying some new stuff this year and I'm really looking forward to it! 

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Living with Hashimoto's Sucks!

This past week has just been a bitch mentally.  My Hashimoto’s is kicking my rear and Princess Bear (PB) has been in rare form.  I had an appointment with my endocrinologist this week which is a good thing since I have been feeling so crappy.  The bad thing is that in general he is a very by the numbers kind of Dr.  From many things I’ve read about thyroid issues it seems as though treating straight by the numbers is not always the best idea.  Treating by symptoms seems to make more sense.  My Dr. isn’t big on that school of thought.  I’d had symptoms of Hashi’s for years.  I’m not exaggerating either.  Haven’t talked to my former BFF in over 6 years and she swore something was wrong with my thyroid and had been saying it for several years.  Actually when I went to the Physicians Assistant for something else about a year ago she said that she was going to test my thyroid.   I actually told her not to bother that it had been done many times and my numbers are always in the normal range.  She said that she was going to dig a little deeper.  One of the tests she ran was for thyroid antibodies.  My numbers were off the charts.  As in several thousand times what would be considered normal.  That finally was enough to send me to the Endocrinologist.  I went with the one my sister had seen for her post partum thyroiditis.  As I mentioned he’s a good Dr just very by the numbers.  That was almost 2 years ago.  He started me on Synthroid a T4 hormone.  While it did get the racing heart issue to stop there was very little gain.  I kept on telling him that I am still exhausted like can’t function at times exhausted and still experiencing a lot of joint pain.  Every 3 months I would mention the same thing.  Finally he decided to add a T3 hormone into the mix.  I’ve only been on it for a couple of days.  I’m also not falling asleep and napping at the drop of a hat.  I’m feeling very hopeful!  Living with any autoimmune disease sucks but having life pass you by because you’re too damn tired sucks even more!  So here I am keeping my fingers crossed that this really does work! 

Below is something that is in the archives of a Hashimoto's group I'm part of online.  If you know someone that just generally feels very run down and blood work isn't showing anything encourage them to have a test done to check their thyroid antibodies.  Getting well takes time (as you can see I still have good days and bad but I'm way better than I was before my diagnosis.). 

I am Hashimoto's Disease ~ A letter for patients, family and friends

This got a huge response from TS members, so I decided to make it a "Note" ~
I thought it would be helpful to have it available for patients, but also for family and friends to read to understand the gravity of how this illness can and does, impact the lives of Hashimoto's/hypothyroid patients.
Wellness is possible and IS the goal! It often takes a lot of time, a lot of patience and a good Dr. (who you may have to do some searching for) to guide you.
So please don't feel defeated by this, make it empower you to learn everything you can about this disease, find the right doctor, ASK family and friends for help, and fight for your health! 

Hi.  My name is Hashimoto's.  I'm an invisible autoimmune disease that attacks your thyroid gland causing you to become hypothyroid.
I am now velcroed to you for life.  If you have hypothyroidism, you probably have me. I am the number one cause of it in the U.S. and many other places around the world.
I'm so sneaky--I don't always show up in your blood work.
Others around you can't see me or hear me, but YOUR body feels me.
I can attack you anywhere and any way I please.
I can cause severe pain or, if I'm in a good mood, I can just cause you to ache all over.
Remember when you and energy ran around together and had fun?
I took energy from you, and gave you exhaustion. Try to have fun now.
I can take good sleep from you and in its place, give you brain fog and lack of concentration.
I can make you want to sleep 24/7, and I can also cause insomnia.
I can make you tremble internally or make you feel cold or hot when everyone else feels normal.
I can also give you swollen hands and feet, swollen face and eyelids, swollen everything.
I can make you feel very anxious with panic attacks or very depressed.  I can also cause other mental health problems. You know crazy mood swings? That's me. Crying for no reason? Angry for no reason? That's probably me too.
I can make your hair fall out, become dry and brittle, cause acne, cause dry skin, the sky is the limit with me.
I can make you gain weight and no matter what you eat or how much you exercise, I can keep that weight on you. I can also make you lose weight. I don't discriminate.
Some of my other autoimmune disease friends often join me, giving you even more to deal with.
If you have something planned, or are looking forward to a great day, I can take that away from you. You didn't ask for me. I chose you for various reasons:
That virus or viruses you had that you never really recovered from, or that car accident, or maybe it was the years of abuse and trauma (I thrive on stress.) You may have a family history of me. Whatever the cause, I'm here to stay.
I hear you're going to see a doctor to try and get rid of me. That makes me laugh.  Just try. You will have to go to many, many doctors until you find one who can help you effectively.
You will be put on the wrong medication for you, pain pills, sleeping pills, energy pills, told you are suffering from anxiety or depression, given anti-anxiety pills and antidepressants.
There are so many other ways I can make you sick and miserable, the list is endless - that high cholesterol, gall bladder issue, blood pressure issue, blood sugar issue, heart issue among others? That's probably me.
Can't get pregnant, or have had a miscarriage?
That's probably me too.
Shortness of breath or "air hunger?" Yep, probably me.
Liver enzymes elevated? Yep, probably me.
Teeth and gum problems? TMJ?
Hives? Yep, probably me.
I told you the list was endless. 
You may be given a TENs unit, get massaged, told if you just sleep and exercise properly I will go away.
You'll be told to think positively, you'll be poked, prodded, and MOST OF ALL, not taken seriously when you try to explain to the endless number of doctors you've seen, just how debilitating I am and how ill and exhausted you really feel.  In all probability you will get a referral from these 'understanding'  (clueless) doctors, to see a psychiatrist.
Your family, friends and co-workers will all listen to you until they just get tired of hearing about how I make you feel, and just how debilitating I can be.
Some of them will say things like "Oh, you are just having a bad day" or "Well, remember, you can't do the things you use to do 20 YEARS ago", not hearing that you said 20 DAYS ago.
They'll  also say things like,  "if you just get up and move, get outside and do things, you'll feel better." They won't understand that I take away the 'gas' that powers your body and mind to ENABLE you to do those things.
Some will start talking behind your back, they'll call you a hypochondriac, while you slowly feel that you are losing your dignity trying to make them understand, especially if you are in the middle of a conversation with a "normal" person, and can't remember what you were going to say next. You'll be told things like, "Oh, my grandmother had that, and she's fine on her medication" when you desperately want to explain that I don't impose myself upon everyone in the exact same way, and just because that grandmother is fine on the medication SHE'S taking, doesn't mean it will work for you.
They will not understand that having this disease impacts your body from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, and that every cell and every body system and organ requires the proper amount and the right kind of of thyroid hormone medication for YOU.
Not what works for someone else.
The only place you will get the kind of support and understanding in dealing with me is with other people that have me. They are really the only ones who can truly understand.
I am Hashimoto's Disease.