Good Medicine

My homeopathic routine.
Yep, that concoction tastes exactly how it looks.

It seems as though the sun is rising on my horizon at long last.

After seeing an endocrinologist yesterday, some of my fears have been put to rest at least.
While it's still rather baffling that I'm displaying symptoms of an under-active thyroid rather than an overactive one.
(You hear that metabolism? Feel free to kick start any time now, belly flab you have permission to melt away!).
Still its reassuring that my thyroid is not the cause of my infertility so far as it's only minutely overactive but hardly enough to be causing any concern. Big sigh of relief.
According to my test results though there's no real reason why I shouldn't be conceiving. Which makes me apt to thinking that all these other people in the world who seem to fall pregnant at the drop of a hat must be doing something incredibly cleaver that I don't know about yet.

Are their bodies somehow better designed than mine seems to be?
Did mine miss the memo everyone else's got at puberty?
Should I be standing on my head after the deed, waving a leg in the air while sacrificing a chicken to the Gods?...
I jest.
I know the real answer lies in letting it go and forgetting about it while trusting that what will be will be. So long as I keep an eye on my health the rest will fall into place on its own. No use agonising over it.

Easier said than done.

Well I'm much more optimistic anyway now that I know my body isn't so unhealthy just that it's a little confused. Much like me at the moment.
Oh well miracles happen every day and hopefully mine is on its way.

For now more pills and potions followed by bloods and scans - Yippee.