So during art, I was studying for a test next period when I started getting a headache. I decided I would go to the nurse’s office to get some medicine because I couldn’t go home. However, I ended up staying there for an hour.
She told me why I might be getting them and stuff and was trying to help out, but at first, I thought she was a bitch.
But since I was there, I decided to ask her some questions concerning my nausea from eating (small portions, but more throughout the day) and how I gain and lose weight really easily. She started looking at me wide-eyed and flipped back my hair to look at my collarbones and my throat. She told me I was very skinny. She then took my hands and saw how sweaty they get. She then made me close my eyes and put my arms out and rested a paper on my hands and saw how my hands were shaking. She saw my weight was 105 (I gained weight, I was 96 last year), but I had also grown an inch to 5”6’. She told me I was underweight by 25 pounds. Apparently, I should be 130 pounds.
She thinks I have Hypothyroidism.
I started crying. I didn’t know what to say. But then she got on a personal level and told me how she suffered from it most of her life and how she was only 87 pounds at age 14 and would be bullied constantly from it. They would tell her that her bus stop was at the cemetery because “skeletons” belong there and not in a house. And I kept crying because I went through the exact same thing as a kid too. So much torment for something I had no control over. Fucking worse years of my life, having being told I’m anorexic, when I’m not. But apparently Hyperthyroidism is when you give off more energy than your food intake, even when you eat a lot and that’s why I lose the weight so easily. I got so scared, but she was telling me how I can always come talk to her about it and that she is a friend and that honestly made my day. But she said that I need to see a doctor right away.
I told my mom and she got scared too. I then got mad at her because I have been telling her for months that I want to see a doctor and see what’s wrong with me and she never would. But now, I have to make an appointment for this Monday to see if I really do have it. If I do, It would explain a lot. If I don’t, I might have something called reflux. I don’t know much about that though.
I’m thrown off guys. I had no idea that things like this added up to something. My mind is so boggled right now.