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I Have This Thing Called Hyperthyroidism

Just try and pronounce that, I dare ya. It sounds intimidating but it really isn't as ridiculous as it sounds. It's a thyroid condition that kicks my heart rate, rate of speech, metabolism, and energy into high gear while dropping my attention span to that of an ADD 4-year-old. Just before I was diagnosed at 12 I spent a summer doing the craziest things sleepwalking because my body just could not relax in this condition. At summer camp I would try and walk outside into the woods every night, at home I would steal the bath mat and hide it under my covers or randomly wake up on the couch some mornings, never having the slightest idea what happened.

Thankfully, my condition's been well-treated by the process of slowly killing off my uncooperative thyroid and giving me a medical supplement in its place, the level of medication finally balanced to the level I need. But there's a side effect I didn't anticipate: apparently the level of supplement isn't enough to send me sleepwalking, but it's definetely enough that I dream pretty vividly each night. I woke up this morning disoriented about where I was, because the last scene in my head involved several customers surrounding me in the aisle at Giant Eagle all waiting for me to answer their questions. Then, as I got up, deja vu seemed to follow me everywhere: I saw a picture of a girl I went to high school with and haven't talked to in a while and realized she had been in my dreams last night, then I got a message from an old friend who's coming back into town for the first time in many weeks and realized she had been floating around in my dreams last night, too, if not quite so vividly. I remember bits and pieces of multiple stories my subconscious wrote, involving alligators and baking soda and a little girl that looked like Dakota Fanning, scenes with me on an airplane running into people I knew or at work having all my regular customers surround me with questions - you name it, it was there and it was oddly vivid. And that's what it's been like since I started the right dosage of medication.

But I don't mind. I'm well-rested in spite of it, and intrigued to be sure, but grateful that I won't have to deal with a mysterious bath mat theft and have to wonder if I did it in my sleep.

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