Fatigue. It began with endless fatigue. Not your garden variety, “Gee, I am feeling a bit run down these last few days,” kind of tired, either. I’d been involved in a relationship that left me exhausted, so I assumed it was to blame. After the relationship ended, I went into seclusion for two months like an animal retreating to heal in her cave. Shortly after I emerged, I noticed the fatigue hadn’t abated, but with it now came these unexplained rashes and coughing spells at night.

I sought the help of a colleague MD; she tested my thyroid. The results indicated classic hypothyroidism. She was sure this was the culprit. At least it explained the fatigue. Somewhere in the fog of my own thoughts on my illness, I began to connect the gray discoloration of my once pristine white linoleum floor and my symptoms.

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