The Full Tilt Boogie of Hashimoto’s
I can only describe Hashimoto’s as the following:
You are an experienced surfer and you go out each day to ride the waves and one day there is a 20 footer and within minutes it changes to calm. Suddenly you look down and realize you are not on a surfboard but a toaster and your feet are so hot you jump into the water, but it is icy cold, and then you manage to find your surfboard and suddenly there are fifty people surfing toe to toe and they are yelling at the top of their lungs, and then you see a wave and you position your surfboard and you wipe out, and then you are surfing again, but this time, you are on a rocket ship that is headed to Mars and you can’t slow it down and then you are paddling back to shore and you get there and you are so exhausted you realize you lost your surfboard and have been treading water and getting nowhere.
That is why when I ran into neighbors at Rouse’s yesterday getting the ingredients for Tin’s chocolate cake and they all asked how come I wasn’t at the Re-Bridge gala on Saturday night, I was happy when the host himself, Frank, who has a thyroid condition said, “Sensory overload, I know all about it.” And I was relieved that at least one person understood me.