But, for one reason or another, I never did.
|Thelma enjoys live comedy at JFL. She has a great sense of humour.|
It pretty much turns you into an angry pile of confusing painful garbage.
The idea of feeling better, even if only slightly, sounds good to me. But since I've never had surgery before, I'm not entirely looking forward to it. Sharp tools at my throat? Ugh. But it's gotta be done. And so I thought that maybe my thyroid - who I've named Thelma, because I must name all things - deserved a proper goodbye. She was kind of an asshole, but now I'm killing her. A small tribute seems only right.
So, to say adios, I've added a few photos of some moments Thelma and I have shared together through the years.
Like this one.
Somewhere under the infinite fat rolls of my baby chin(s), Thelma lives in fear of suffocation. Sorry, Thelma. Now I understand why you turned evil.
See how my sister is laughing at her? Funny girl, that Thelma.
Neither does anyone else.
Thelma loves weddings. She cries.
So there ya go. That's Thelma through the years.
Tomorrow, Thelma will be put to rest. And though I never thought twice about her until a few years ago, apparently thyroids are "important" and "regulate stuff or whatever". If you haven't yet, be sure to get yours examined by your doctor. A simple blood test can let them know if your thyroid is functioning properly, or if you've got a psycho Thelma to contend with. Sometimes thyroids have just got to go.
Check ya later, T. It's been a slice.