Routine Post About a Routine Bike Ride

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It's a tradition now, my Thursday morning bike ride with Pat. 'T was humid with spitting rain, but overall a fine gray morning with the Bayside track to ourselves most of the way. Pat asked if I was fuelled by my dose of replacement hormones, and I said perhaps I was fuelled by the fact of diagnosis and therapy commenced rather than by the actual therapy.

Who knows? I'm taking a miniscule dose of artificial thyroxin, only 0.05 milligrams. Whether or not this is an effective dose awaits a blood test in six weeks. Now I need to cut down on carbs and push my glucose lower.

And I used to laugh about old folks who talked only of aches, pains, bunions and (oh woe) the quantity and quality of their stool.

The Placebo Effect Kicks In

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In the sense that I just took my artificial thyroxin a couple hours ago and the accompanying med lit says I shouldn't feel full benefits for at least a month.

However, I feel like wrestling a bear.

Postscript: It's 5 p.m. I withdraw the challenge. If the bear shows up, it will win by forfeit.

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It's official. I have an underactive thyroid and will now start taking a supplement. I've gained weight over the past year, and Lord knows many a day I've felt like rolling over and staying in bed, but I thought it was merely age and the joys of chairship.

As the latter comment suggests, I don't need an irony supplement.