Well, now that they suspect Gary might be hypothyroid, I feel terrible that I sniped at him for sleeping all the time.
For the first few years of his retirement, I felt fine about the constant sleeping. I would say, “You body needs to catch up for all that sleep you missed when you worked.” Then it got annoying, then it got annoying enough for me to make remarks, and of course now I regret all those remarks now.
Oddly, Gary isn’t milking it the way I would have expected. I imagined that if I asked him to empty the dishwasher he would clutch his throat and gasp, “My thyroid …” Instead, he’s decided to prove the doctor wrong. He has kept normal sleeping hours for a week, for the first time in years. He’s started a diet and exercise program to prove he can lose weight. I don’t know what he’s doing to deny the “Decreased libido” symptom. (Well, I can guess what he’s doing.)
It will be interesting to see where he is in a year. If he does start using synthetic thyroid hormones, what if next year he’s an energetic, awake, slim guy with all his hair and a raging sex drive? They should just start giving me antibiotics right now to fight off the chronic bladder infection I will have.