For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been going through my daily life like an old woman. I mean reeeeal old with wobbly legs and trembling hands. Yep, my thyroid attacks came back for the 3rd time. This morning I couldn’t even stand more than 10 mins while waiting for the taxi. Darn! I thought I could get rid of this forever after swallowing pills for 1.5 years but noooo, it has to keep coming back after every 3 years or so. Why oh why???

The first time it happened, I lost weight rapidly even though I snacked on Nutella and peanut butter (meaning eating both of them, with spoon, directly from the jars). I actually weighed less than 50kg, can you believe that? My hands trembled, most visibly during meals, and Panda thought that’s because I was hungry. Well, I WAS hungry all the time then. My heartbeat also increased as if I had been doing workouts, and again Panda innocently thought I got ‘butterfly in my stomach’ being close to him. Bah! After all the excitements of being able to slip into size XS, it turned out that I had hyperthyroid and not supermodel genes. Talk about huge disappointment.

It was also then that I knew my mom had the same thing before. And that worries me. I read somewhere that thyroid problem is sort of genetic, which means my future kids may have it as well. It didn’t pass to my sister so there’s still hope, but I still hate to think that it’s high chance for me to deliberately and knowingly pass the illness to my future kids. Darn you, thyroid!