[Intro — spoken]

Patricia had always been the organized one...

Color coded calendars — never late — never tired...

At forty-eight she started feeling cold all the time...

And her calendar started to blur...

[Verse 1]

Patricia ran the office with a steady iron hand,

Forty-eight years old and always had a plan,

But something shifted slowly — starting in the fall,

Tired all the time — could barely hear the call.

Gaining weight despite eating less each day,

Hair coming out in clumps — brushing it away,

Always freezing — wearing sweaters in the heat,

Brain was getting foggy — hard to keep the beat.

[Pre-Chorus]

Husband said your voice sounds different — lower than before,

Skin was dry and rough — not what it was anymore,

Constipated every week — bowels slowing down,

Pulse was slower too — Patricia's wearing a crown.

[Chorus]

Patricia's engine running slow — everything in low gear,

Metabolism dropping — body feeling unclear,

Every system slowing — cold and thick and tired,

Patricia's engine running slow — nothing getting fired.

[Verse 2]

Doctor checked a simple blood test — number told the tale,

One hormone high — one hormone low and pale,

Signaling gland screaming — trying to push more through,

Target gland not answering — nothing getting through.

Thyroid wasn't making enough — that was clear to see,

Ultrasound showed the gland — small and tired and free,

Doctor said the autoimmune — body eating its own,

Patricia's immune system — tearing what was grown.

[Bridge]

One small pill each morning — thirty minutes before food,

Slowly bringing levels back — improving every mood,

Takes six to eight weeks — patience for the win,

Patricia starting to feel herself — light coming back in.

Doctor checks the level every six months or so,

Too much causes problems too — heart and bone to show,

Just the right amount — that's the balancing game,

Patricia back at work — everything the same.

[Outro]

Patricia color codes her calendar — sharp as ever now,

Pill before her coffee — never skips that vow,

Level checked each autumn — stable as can be,

Patricia's engine running — finally running free.

“Patricia’s Story”