Yes, I welcome you, hashimoto, with open arms. Open Arms!
So I found out I have ANOTHER disease. This one isn't so bad, a lot of people have it and it is easily treatable with hormone replacement. So I guess I really can't complain. But I will. Bitterly. Now who'll have me? Some sick disease pervert, surely. Fingers crossed.
It's called Hashimoto's and I googled it and not only found the lovely image you see before you but also this:
"Chronic lymphocytic thyroiditis, or Hashimoto's thyroiditis, was first described by the Japanese physician Hashimoto in 1912"
I thought it was called hashimoto's because it makes you fat and it was named after some big fat sumo wrestler. I was hoping that was why it was called that. Alas. Can you believe my luck? Seriously. Can you? Isn't Kill Bill like the greatest movie of all time? Isn't it?
August 27, 2004
Diseased
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It isn't life threatening but I do have to take medication for it the rest of my life. I'll actually feel a lot better than I do now, apparently, so It's not all bad-amanda
Hormone replacement? Like the transvestites do? Are you growing boobies?
Actually, I'll probably lose what little I have. But I asked myself just yesterday, would you rather be fat with no boobies or skinny with no boobies. Hundreds of models and olympic gymnasts can't be wrong. Also, I'll have a penis which will be fun at parties.
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