February 2015 was not my favorite month of all time. On Wednesday the 25th my car got totaled when a young woman rear-ended my car going 40 while I was at a dead stop waiting to make a turn. What’s even worse is that I was waiting to turn into my own driveway. Not cool.
The woman who hit me was very apologetic and said that she was having a terrible day and that her dog had been sick and that’s what she was thinking about when she hit me (the dog was not in the car with her at the time, which is good because it probably would have gotten injured). She didn’t even attempt to stop, and as far as I can tell, didn’t even know I was there until she hit me.
I can sympathize with her worrying about her dog, as my dog got really sick last year and I had to take him to the vet and have him put on an IV for two days. However, I also managed not to rear-end anyone at full speed or get into any type of automobile accident during that crisis. She felt terrible, she really did, and I felt bad for her. I hope her dog got better, and I told her that as we were driving away from the scene.
While I know she felt embarrassed and guilty and foolish whatever else, and I’m pretty sure she will always look where she’s going in future and never again rear-end someone at full speed because she’s not looking, I’m bothered by the whole thing because, um, she could very well have killed someone.
What if I’d been my neighbor who rides a scooter? I’d be dead. When she hit me it trashed my trunk and bowed in the back seat. What if I’d been in some little smart car where the back of the car is just behind the back seat? Or if I’d had kids in my back seat, or even a dog? What if she’d had kids in her car, or a dog? The grille of her 4Runner was barely dented. It was more mussed than anything, like when almost-dry nail polish gets imprints in it. And yet, in one second my car went from being a car to being a totaled wreck.
I already have a new car, a 2007 Volvo that I got from my dad and that for a bunch of boring reasons related to proprietary over-engineering, has a stereo that I can only listen to AM/FM radio on. So I will be going without music of my choosing in the car for the foreseeable future. I hate the radio. Hate it. Nice car in all other respects, but I’ll miss the functioning stereo and the sun roof.
I am warming up to Radio Boise, however.
Speaking of going without, in February I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, which my doctor’s office breezily advised me of via voice mail, and which they told me would be treated by upping my dosage of Synthroid. I thought all was fine, until I googled Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis and realized that as an autoimmune disease, the thyroid problems are the result of other issues. So no amount of Synthroid is going to fix it, because that won’t stop my body from attacking my thyroid, which is what happens with Hashimoto’s.
There are several reasons the body attacks the thyroid, and one of the common reasons is because of gluten. The only thing that effectively treats autoimmune disorders is an autoimmune protocol diet, to make the body stop attacking its own cells (also known as inflammation). An autoimmune protocol diet basically means that you have to cut out of your diet everything that causes inflammation, which includes the following: gluten, dairy, sugar, caffeine, soy, eggs, legumes, nuts and seeds, vegetables of the nightshade family (tomatoes, eggplant), peppers, and a bunch of other stuff.
The thing about Hashimoto’s is that it doesn’t always present with very many symptoms. I feel fine for the most part, but I’ve read some accounts of people with Hashimoto’s who experienced horrible symptoms, like constant face rashes, extreme fatigue, repeated miscarriages, infertility, and the onset of other autoimmune disorders like fibromyalgia.
I don’t have any severe symptoms like those, but I have been experiencing a bunch of vague symptoms that I never knew the cause of, such as insomnia, depression, anxiety, headaches, fatigue, irritability, mood swings, that thing where you feel disgustingly full after you eat, some nasty stuff with my tummy, and worst of all: brain fog.
I want to curb the symptoms I have and not progress to more severe ones, so I’m going to try the autoimmune protocol diet for the recommended 6-8 weeks and see what it does for me. Basically, this is how I and anyone with Hashimoto’s or any other autoimmune disorder should be eating from now on, but doctors don’t always tell you this. I don’t see how it’s possible that they failed to tell me this since, you know, gluten is the root of all evil.
I’ve always rolled my eyes at the concept of gluten free in the past, but I guess the joke was on me.
So I bid a maybe-not-quite-so-fond farewell to pasta and pizza and dairy two weeks ago and I’ve felt great since. I’ve been easing into it, but once I finally fully embrace the rest of the autoimmune protocol diet, I hope to feel like a superhero all the time.
Update: while still gluten-free, I have gone back to dairy. I just can’t quit you, cheese.