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s Isit wearily in the chair opposite my GP, I experience a familiar feeling of déjà vu (side note: is it possible to have déjà vu about having déjà vu?).
She looks at me. I look at her. ‘I just feel so tired all the time,’ I say. ‘You have five children,’ she says. ‘Plus you work.’ ‘I know.’ ‘You have an under-active thyroid.’ ‘Oh, thyroid smyroid… I take the medication..!’ ‘You’re in your
