Crack

I think I've gone beyond the energy surge to "just straight up mania."

Welcome to life on thyroxine.

One day you're lower than low, the next, you're higher than a kite.

The club manager took me aside yesterday. "Are you ok?" she asked. I guess my barrage of chitchat and shaky hands were a dead giveaway to the fact that I was flying high.

That, and the fact that I can't sleep.

My doctor called late last night (BLESS HER A MILLION TIMES OVER!).

Turns out, I can't back off the medication until my lab work is completed. The doctor doesn't want to give up the progress we've made and said that a therapeutic dose can take awhile for the body to get used to.

Maybe now is a good time to take up marathon training.

The energy is great. But feeling like I'm going to have a heart attack? Not so much.

Nevertheless, I'm glad to be venturing back to my old self. I've definitely had glimpses of that life in the last couple of days and I like it. A lot.

And like every well traveled road, the journey back will inevitably involve a lot of twists, turns and detours. Would I have it any other way? I don't think so.