I’ve been going back and forth with myself. One minute I think that yeah, all the symptoms seem to fit, I must be hypothyroid. Why else would I always feel like I pulled an all-nighter, even when I got 10 hours of sleep? Why else would I have unexplained aches, or lose a small handful of hair every morning, or never really shed that pesky 10 pounds, or wake up with a body temperature that’s a full degree lower than I would have expected, or generally feel run down and icky all the time? Maybe this even explains my oddly rhythmed heart.

Then I remember that so far, the actual scientific proof isn’t very clear. Nobody, least of all me, is sure that the shift in my TSH level is far enough off from normal to mean anything at all.

Maybe the last five or six months have just been a little more draining than I thought. Maybe this is what it feels like to be leaving my 20s. Maybe I’m a little hypochondriacal and am just imagining it all. I’d hate to start giving myself permission to whine only to find that nothing’s wrong with me and I’m just a whiner looking for excuses to hone my craft. That would really stink.

So, since I can’t do anything about it at least until the next blood draw in six weeks, I guess I’ll try not to think about it too much and just get on with the business of living like normal. After all, there’s a good chance that everything is normal.