It’s been a hectic couple of weeks. Final push for uni this year is keeping me glued to my laptop, Si has Covid, and we’re getting ready for Jess’s birthday and for her moving out on 13th.

A couple of weeks ago, I saw my GP, telling him my thyroid was obviously under active as I felt like crap. He straight away said, those are high calcium/hyperparathyroid symptoms, bleeped the medical team up at the hospital and sent me up to a&e. They quickly got me up to a ward, thank God (the woman next to me had a fish bone in my throat and needed emergency surgery, poor love….). Anyway, they’ve put me on medication which lowers calcium levels, have referred me for scans and then I see the endocrinologist. I’m chuffed as otherwise I might not have seen anyone til June/July and already I’m feeling better with the new meds. Medication is not a long term answer - the likelihood is I’ll need surgery to remove 1 or more of my parathyroid glands, but that’s a worry for the future - not now