It wasn’t my thyroid. It was interstitial nephritis, an allergic kidney inflammation. Lucky, ducky, cold-turkey off my lithium me. But, it pays to pay attention to your body, too– goodness knows I’m not interested in spending a few days in the hospital on dialysis. And I get to try abilify to tide me through the wean-off, which in my mind I know has more uses than the antipsychotic use for which it’s often marketed. My pride is wounded at having to take an antispsychotic, though– me, who has never had a frank manic or psychotic/delusional episode. Waaaah, I know. But still, there it is.
I think I need some more Twinkie Ice Cream.