facebook: who me?
me: yes you.
I have completed my quest to whore myself out to the social networking community.... I now have a facebook page.... http://www.facebook.com/pages/HypoMan.com.... I have had for a while actually.... but consider this official notice of it's launch....
Why now?.... well I have linked my twitter account to my facebook page so that my tweets appear as posts.... who's a clever boy then?....
It would be amazing if you could support me by "liking" my page.... you can always "hide" the page from your "news feed" if you find the banality of my "tweets" tiresome.... as if!
I'm sure there are people out there who only use facebook.... or only use twitter.... or just prefer the blog experience. I partake in all three.... consider it my purgatory.... and I have always been greedy.... does my delusion know no bounds?.... I now see myself as the James Bond of the online thyroid support community.... obviously not.... exactly.... just what I was thinking!
Check out the ego on me!.... all this new terminology.... listen to me.... how much more up myself can I get?.... plenty.... come on.... you know by now that one thing I love is.... a rhetorical question!
My objective is unflinching, and it is to direct people to this blog.... with the bigger picture being to do my bit to raise the awareness of Hypothyroidism in the public's consciousness.... piece of piss really!
I'm still in the middle of a "wobble" but I'm confident of recovering my equilibrium again soon....
For as long as there is hope we have a chance.
Friday 25 February 2011
Thursday 24 February 2011
Hello tweeps....
Have you noticed?
Can you tell?
It's at the top of the left hand margin of this page....
Despite being in the middle of a "wobble" I am feeling pleased with myself....
1.... I reached a decision to use #twitter as a means of keeping my life story more immediate.
2.... having made this decision I managed to work out all by myself how to connect my #twitter account to my blog in the hope of making my life story more interactive for those who care to follow.
3.... my promise to you.... my blog will always come first.... it is my baby.... and I am enjoying watching it evolve and grow as my knowledge in turn evolves and grows.
Check out the ego on me!
This is a whole new voyage of discovery for me.... the #twittersphere if you like.... #tweets.... #tweeps.... #trending.... and.... #tagging.... which I am getting carried away with already.... or should that be.... ####!!!!
It's a work in progress.... let's see how it goes....
I've tweaked the appearance of my blog too.... obviously!.... this is all part of the evolution of the learning thing. I have discovered.... oh alright.... stumbled upon.... other blogs that look so cool.... to me anyway.... that I am now experiencing what can only be described as.... penis.... ooops.... blog envy!!!!
Seriously. There are some pretty cool blogs out there.... power to the bloggers amongst you! It has changed my life.... sharing.... and because you are here!
Hope....
Can you tell?
It's at the top of the left hand margin of this page....
Despite being in the middle of a "wobble" I am feeling pleased with myself....
1.... I reached a decision to use #twitter as a means of keeping my life story more immediate.
2.... having made this decision I managed to work out all by myself how to connect my #twitter account to my blog in the hope of making my life story more interactive for those who care to follow.
3.... my promise to you.... my blog will always come first.... it is my baby.... and I am enjoying watching it evolve and grow as my knowledge in turn evolves and grows.
Check out the ego on me!
This is a whole new voyage of discovery for me.... the #twittersphere if you like.... #tweets.... #tweeps.... #trending.... and.... #tagging.... which I am getting carried away with already.... or should that be.... ####!!!!
It's a work in progress.... let's see how it goes....
I've tweaked the appearance of my blog too.... obviously!.... this is all part of the evolution of the learning thing. I have discovered.... oh alright.... stumbled upon.... other blogs that look so cool.... to me anyway.... that I am now experiencing what can only be described as.... penis.... ooops.... blog envy!!!!
Seriously. There are some pretty cool blogs out there.... power to the bloggers amongst you! It has changed my life.... sharing.... and because you are here!
Hope....
Thursday 17 February 2011
AWOL....
Absent With Out Leave....
I'm sorry for the silence.... it has been more than two weeks since my last confession!
I'm in a funk due to my old adversary.... constipation!
Can my energy levels get any lower?
I have that horrible bloated feeling.... so I am uncomfortable and grumpy!
My bowels are moving each day.... hurrah!
I have increased my MOVICOL intake from one to two sachets per day.
Looking back through my copious notes.... the last time I changed to my current T4 dose of 137.5mcg I experienced a prolonged period of bowel discomfort.... oh, the joy!
Those fortunates whose digestive transit is a model of efficiency.... oh, the joy!
I'm trying to keep a lid on my renowned sarcasm which can so easily slide into self-pity!
In the background there is genuine good news.... I am holding on to the gains made since starting on VitaminD3!
So when I can say "good riddance" to this period of discomfort I will be ahead of the game!
When I am in one of these "funks" my creative juices dry up and my general enthusiasm for life "goes for a burton"!
Do not fear.... these feelings will pass.... well I bloody well hope so.... no, they will!
I know what I need to do to make long term gains in my personal health and future quality of life.... but I am still learning to surrender to "episodes" like the one I am currently experiencing.... and accept them for what they are.... a "time-out"....
It's no good getting frustrated as this comes hand in hand with negative feelings resulting in the perfectionist part of my personality putting pressure on little ol' me....
At times like these I'm going nowhere fast!
In the immortal words of Liam Gallagher and Oasis'; I'm Outta Time.... you gotta keep on keepin' on....
I hope you enjoyed that offering.... and in the spirit of doing my talking through songs here's Bon Jovi's; Keep The Faith....
I still have faith in myself to make 2011 my year!
For as long as there is hope we have a chance.... yadda yadda....
I'm sorry for the silence.... it has been more than two weeks since my last confession!
I'm in a funk due to my old adversary.... constipation!
Can my energy levels get any lower?
I have that horrible bloated feeling.... so I am uncomfortable and grumpy!
My bowels are moving each day.... hurrah!
I have increased my MOVICOL intake from one to two sachets per day.
Looking back through my copious notes.... the last time I changed to my current T4 dose of 137.5mcg I experienced a prolonged period of bowel discomfort.... oh, the joy!
Those fortunates whose digestive transit is a model of efficiency.... oh, the joy!
I'm trying to keep a lid on my renowned sarcasm which can so easily slide into self-pity!
In the background there is genuine good news.... I am holding on to the gains made since starting on VitaminD3!
So when I can say "good riddance" to this period of discomfort I will be ahead of the game!
When I am in one of these "funks" my creative juices dry up and my general enthusiasm for life "goes for a burton"!
Do not fear.... these feelings will pass.... well I bloody well hope so.... no, they will!
I know what I need to do to make long term gains in my personal health and future quality of life.... but I am still learning to surrender to "episodes" like the one I am currently experiencing.... and accept them for what they are.... a "time-out"....
It's no good getting frustrated as this comes hand in hand with negative feelings resulting in the perfectionist part of my personality putting pressure on little ol' me....
At times like these I'm going nowhere fast!
In the immortal words of Liam Gallagher and Oasis'; I'm Outta Time.... you gotta keep on keepin' on....
I hope you enjoyed that offering.... and in the spirit of doing my talking through songs here's Bon Jovi's; Keep The Faith....
I still have faith in myself to make 2011 my year!
For as long as there is hope we have a chance.... yadda yadda....
Wednesday 2 February 2011
Back on point....
Enough of the frothy, "I'm a real person", self-indulgence.... for now!
Time to get back on point.... back on message if you will.... a subject close to my heart.... not literally, at least I hope not!.... my bowels, or more pertinently.... constipation!
How best to describe how I have been feeling?
I thought about Quasimodo; "the bowels, the bowels".... no, not feeling it, then....
Sherlock Holmes; "it's constipation my dear Watson".... but settled for....
Something more expansive.... indulge me.... from Edgar Allan Poe (Wikipedia page) and verses 3 and 4 of the poem The Bells....
III
Hear my loud alarum bowels-
Brazen bowels!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping, higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavour,
Now- now to shit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon,
Oh, my bowels, bowels, bowels!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they out-pour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
How the danger stinks and swells,
By the stinking or the swelling in the anger of my bowels-
Of my bowels,
Of my bowels, bowels, bowels, bowels,
Bowels, bowels, bowels-
In the clamour and clangour of my bowels!
IV
Hear the tolling of my bowels-
Iron bowels!
What a world of solemn their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats,
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
That they dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from my bowels!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of my bowels!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of my bowels,
Of my bowels-
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of my bowels,
Of my bowels, bowels, bowels-
To the sobbing of my bowels;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of my bowels,
Of my bowels, bowels, bowels-
To the tolling of my bowels,
Of my bowels, bowels, bowels, bowels-
Bowels, bowels, bowels,
To the moaning and groaning of my bowels.
I enjoyed that!
If I was so inclined I could keep a blog on the subject of my bowels, and their habits, alone.... but I will spare you that level of detail!
I remember recently in the media it was stated that the subject we are least likely to want to discuss with our doctor is our.... whisper it.... bowels.... me?.... I don't have a problem with it.... life's too short.... I always speak a load of shit anyway!
This is what I will share....
I am learning that three to four weeks after every change to the dosage of my T4 I experience an acute period of constipation.... now this, as anyone who has experienced it, has the uncanny ability of putting one in a real funk!
I feel, among other things.... listless, lethargic, bloated, uncomfortable.... added to the day to day grind of life with Hypothyroidism.... it's nothing short of joyous!
Suffice to say I now have a dreamy, some might say angelic, smile on my face.... and a spring in my step.... phew!
That reminds me, as I rush headlong toward my fortieth birthday.... do not pass go.... do not collect £200.... instead you are entitled to a prostate exam!!!!
That's going to be a good old-fashioned "Mexican standoff" (Wikipedia page) with my Doctor.... happy days.... do I get jelly and ice-cream I wonder?.... it could be the clincher.... NOT clencher!
And on that note....
For as long as there is hope we have a chance.
Time to get back on point.... back on message if you will.... a subject close to my heart.... not literally, at least I hope not!.... my bowels, or more pertinently.... constipation!
How best to describe how I have been feeling?
I thought about Quasimodo; "the bowels, the bowels".... no, not feeling it, then....
Sherlock Holmes; "it's constipation my dear Watson".... but settled for....
Something more expansive.... indulge me.... from Edgar Allan Poe (Wikipedia page) and verses 3 and 4 of the poem The Bells....
III
Hear my loud alarum bowels-
Brazen bowels!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping, higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavour,
Now- now to shit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon,
Oh, my bowels, bowels, bowels!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they out-pour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
How the danger stinks and swells,
By the stinking or the swelling in the anger of my bowels-
Of my bowels,
Of my bowels, bowels, bowels, bowels,
Bowels, bowels, bowels-
In the clamour and clangour of my bowels!
IV
Hear the tolling of my bowels-
Iron bowels!
What a world of solemn their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats,
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
That they dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from my bowels!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of my bowels!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of my bowels,
Of my bowels-
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of my bowels,
Of my bowels, bowels, bowels-
To the sobbing of my bowels;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of my bowels,
Of my bowels, bowels, bowels-
To the tolling of my bowels,
Of my bowels, bowels, bowels, bowels-
Bowels, bowels, bowels,
To the moaning and groaning of my bowels.
I enjoyed that!
If I was so inclined I could keep a blog on the subject of my bowels, and their habits, alone.... but I will spare you that level of detail!
I remember recently in the media it was stated that the subject we are least likely to want to discuss with our doctor is our.... whisper it.... bowels.... me?.... I don't have a problem with it.... life's too short.... I always speak a load of shit anyway!
This is what I will share....
I am learning that three to four weeks after every change to the dosage of my T4 I experience an acute period of constipation.... now this, as anyone who has experienced it, has the uncanny ability of putting one in a real funk!
I feel, among other things.... listless, lethargic, bloated, uncomfortable.... added to the day to day grind of life with Hypothyroidism.... it's nothing short of joyous!
Suffice to say I now have a dreamy, some might say angelic, smile on my face.... and a spring in my step.... phew!
That reminds me, as I rush headlong toward my fortieth birthday.... do not pass go.... do not collect £200.... instead you are entitled to a prostate exam!!!!
That's going to be a good old-fashioned "Mexican standoff" (Wikipedia page) with my Doctor.... happy days.... do I get jelly and ice-cream I wonder?.... it could be the clincher.... NOT clencher!
And on that note....
For as long as there is hope we have a chance.
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