Whacko, we have a diagnosis!
It seems I have Graves' disease.
It's rather tempting to retrospectively blame every malady and character flaw on this insidious condition, but at the very least it explains quite a bit about some aspects of the 'stroke' it was hard to explain with the neck injury. It is typical that this disease takes a long time to diagnose, with a wide array of apparently unrelated symptoms that not uncommonly leads to diagnosis and treatment for stress and mental health problems.
I know I have certainly felt quite mad at times with my seeming never ending (un)wellspring of things that are wrong with me.
I have most recently been aware of the inverse relationship between my exhaustion and my ability to sleep, of strange dry, itching eyes, of powerful inexplicable waves of nausea, of scattered thoughts and mangled language (technically cognitive impairment), heart palpitations and racing pulse, muscle weakness, headaches, galloping appetite, chronic sinusitis, irritability and so on.
While treatment is neither simple nor guaranteed, a definitive diagnosis is a very compelling first step and I feel hugely relieved that I am neither mad nor doomed to the perpetual life of the hypochondriac. Woot.
Though I continue my status as medical curiosity by managing to gain weight whilst suffering from an autoimmune metabolic disease known primarily for rapid and alarming weight loss. (One can only imagine what may happen when treatment slows my metabolism down!)
So I am now jumping into a whole new stream of medical specialisations, no doubt some more tests to accompany all the ones booked but not yet done for the 'stroke' and starting what promises to be a fairly gruesome regimen of drug therapy while doses and drugs are fiddled to find something that works for me. Wish me luck - I suspect I will be needing it.
In other news I am just wrapping up an extended single parenting stint, contemplating going cold sheep in the yarn buying department, rushing around in that old December ritual of killing myself to try and make sure that one special day is truly special enough.
I am also celebrating a school report for Amy which began with Amy being described as a delight to teach and goes on to comment on her enthusiasm, her readiness to help others and how she is always respectful of the contributions of others. I can't imagine her teacher writing anything else that could make me prouder of her.