My dog is my mini me in every way possible. He’s hyper and bratty and talks entirely too much. He’s itchy and wheezy and has allergies and asthma. He's easily distracted and does not like to be woken from his naps. He’s a little on the fluffy side and his fur dries in waves.
A few weeks ago I took him to the vet for a knee problem and had x-rays and blood work done. Hours later he was very ill and couldn’t eat. I spoke with the vet the next morning and she told me that a virus was going around. Days passed and Chase didn’t improve. While I was out of town on business, the Englishman brought him back to the vet and he needed fluids, antibiotics and a shot of anti-nausea medicine. This time, the blood work showed a thyroid problem and he was promptly put on thyroid medicine. I joked with the Englishman that I should take the medication, too since Chase and I had a history of the same medical issues. After weeks of worrying and an extra round of antibiotics, the worst seemed to be over and Chase was back to his normal self with a twice daily new routine: pop open his mouth, insert tiny pill, close mouth and give him a kiss on the snout. It was a super quick routine and he didn’t appear to mind.
I began to wonder about hypothyroidism and searched the internet. I found a checklist of symptoms that sounded very familiar. I wondered how that conversation with my doctor would go:
Me: Can you please run blood tests to check me for hypothyroidism?
Me: Because my dog was just diagnosed.
I thought about lying and telling the doctor it was in my family. I had to schedule a visit for severe allergies / cold / the crud and during the visit asked about a thyroid test. The doctor asked me for a reason. So, I bravely explained that I was experiencing numerous symptoms but while they had my blood, they might as well test for other things, too. Days later I received a call from his nurse. I had hypothyroidism and medication had been called in to my pharmacy. Before hanging up the phone, the nurse asked, “How did you know?” I hesitated and then told her, “It was just a guess”. As I hung up, I thought, I would never share the true story with anyone…except my vet.