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I found my 0zempic pen in the back of the fridge last night. Behind the yoghurt. Shoved up against the back wall. It still had two doses left. I just stood there holding it. Cold in my hand. And I tried to remember the last time I used it. Four months ago. Four months since my last injection. And I'm 9 kilos lighter than I was when I stopped. I didn't throw it out when I stopped. I don't know why. Some part of me must have thought I'd need it again. That the crash was coming. That everything would fall apart and I'd be standing in front of that fridge in a panic reaching for it like a lifeline. The crash never came. And last night I threw the pen in the bin. And I cried. Not because I was sad. Because I was free. For the first time in 14 months... I was actually free. Let me go back. I'm a nurse. 42. Regional hospital. 12-hour shifts. Hypothyroid for 6 years. On 75mcg of Oroxine. TSH sits at 2.8. My GP says that's "perfect." I've gained 21 kilos since diagnosis. Not suddenly. Slowly. The kind of slow where you don't notice until nothing fits and you're wearing scrubs to the shops because they're the only thing with an elastic waist. I tried everything before the jab. Keto for three months. Lost 2 kilos. Gained 3 back. Intermittent fasting for six months. Lost nothing. Felt like death on 12-hour shifts. Calorie counting. 1,100 a day. Walking 10,000 steps because the hospital is massive and I'm on my feet all day anyway. Gained weight. My GP ran bloods. TSH 2.8. "You're perfectly managed." I wanted to scream. I'm a nurse. I know what "managed" means. It means the number on the screen looks fine. It doesn't mean the patient is fine. I've watched doctors discharge patients because their numbers looked good while the patient was clearly still suffering. I was that patient. So when 0zempic became the thing... when every second woman in my Facebook group was posting about it... when a doctor I work with lost 15 kilos in four months and kept saying "it's honestly changed my life"... I begged my GP for a script. PBS said no. Went private. $400 a month. I'm a nurse. I don't make doctor money. $400 a month is my car payment. I didn't care. I would have sold the car. First two months were incredible. Down 6 kilos. I remember putting on a pair of jeans I hadn't worn in two years and just... standing in my bedroom staring at myself. The nausea was bad. I'd come off a night shift feeling like I was going to throw up in the car park. But I didn't care because the scales were moving. Then it slowed. Month three: 1 kilo. Month four: nothing. Month five: up half a kilo. I was on 1mg by then. My prescriber bumped me to 2mg. The nausea got so bad I couldn't eat a full meal. I was maybe getting 700 calories on shift days because the thought of food between patients made me gag. 700 calories. Running a hospital ward. On my feet for 12 hours. And the scales weren't moving. Meanwhile. The doctor I work with. 15 kilos. Eats the cafeteria pasta. Doesn't track anything. A woman in my mothers' group. 12 kilos. "I literally just forget to eat!" she says. My sister. My actual sister. 18 kilos. Posts progress photos in our family group chat like it's nothing. Everyone's transforming. I'm injecting the same drug. Paying the same money. Sicker than all of them from the nausea. And I'm stuck. Do you know what that does to a person? When you work in healthcare and you can't figure out what's wrong with your own body? When you spend all day helping patients and you can't help yourself? I started thinking maybe I was just... broken. Not my thyroid. Me. Something fundamental. Something no drug could reach. 14 months in. $5,600 spent. Down a total of 7 kilos. My sister was down 18 on the same timeline. I couldn't talk to her about it anymore. Every time she brought it up I felt this thing in my chest. Not jealousy exactly. Grief. Like I was grieving a version of my body that everyone else got to have and I didn't. I stopped going to family dinners for a while. Told everyone I was picking up extra shifts. I was. But that wasn't why. I don't remember exactly how I found it. I think I was scrolling the Hashimoto's Facebook group at like 1am after a night shift. The one where women actually talk. Not the medical ones. The real ones. Someone posted asking if anyone else was a "non-responder" to G-L-P-1. And the comments were... me. Every single one. "My doctor says give it more time." "I've given it 9 months." "Same drug as my friend. She's down 20kg. I'm down 3." "I'm starting to think I'm just broken." And then halfway down. This long comment from a woman who said she was a doctor. Dr. Rebecca Collins. And she explained something that made my whole body go cold. She said G-L-P-1 doesn't actually fix anything in hypothyroid women. It pauses things. Your appetite. Your cravings. Your stress hormones. The whole system slows down. And for women whose problem is overeating... that's enough. The weight comes off. But for women like us... Women whose problem isn't appetite but conversion... It pauses everything INCLUDING the thing that's actually broken. And the second you stop... it all floods back. Because you never fixed anything. You just pressed pause. She explained it like this. Your body has these locks. T3 is the key that opens them. When they open... you burn fuel. Metabolism works. Weight responds to food. But when you have hypothyroidism and you've been starving yourself for years... Your body panics. Stops making real keys. Starts making broken ones instead. Reverse T3. Broken keys look exactly like real ones. They slide into the lock. But they don't turn. They jam. And now the real keys can't get in either. Nothing opens. Nothing burns. No matter how little you eat. And your TSH looks normal the entire time. Because TSH tells you keys are being MADE. Not whether they're broken. Not whether your locks are jammed shut. I'm a nurse. I've read thousands of blood results. And nobody ever explained it to me like that. Because we don't test for it. Reverse T3 isn't on the standard panel. It's not in the protocol. So nobody orders it. And nobody catches it. And G-L-P-1? It pauses the whole system — including the production of broken keys. That's why the weight comes off while you're on it. But the locks are still jammed underneath. The broken keys are still stuck. You just can't feel it because everything's on pause. Stop the drug... body starts up again... broken keys flood back into jammed locks. Weight. Exhaustion. Inflammation. Everything. Usually worse than before. $400 a month. For a pause button. Not a fix. I read that comment three times. Then I read the replies. Women linking to something she'd mentioned. A specific formula. Selenium and iodine in a 2:1 ratio. KSM-66 ashwagandha. Liquid form because our guts can't absorb tablets properly. Women saying they'd actually got off G-L-P-1. No crash. No rebound. Months later still holding. One woman posted her bloods. Reverse T3 normalised. Another said she'd been off for six months. Still losing. The product was called TryCure™. $44. I'd spent $5,600. What was $44. Ordered it at 2am. Still in my scrubs from the night shift. Sitting in my car in the hospital car park because I couldn't wait until I got home. I didn't stop the jab straight away. I'd crashed before. I knew what it felt like. The weight flooding back. The exhaustion hitting like a wall. The puffiness in my face returning overnight. I was terrified. So I overlapped. Took both for about three weeks. Then my script ran out. And I just... didn't refill it. I remember the day I made that decision. Sitting in the pharmacy at Chemist Warehouse waiting for my Oroxine. Staring at my phone. The refill reminder for 0zempic sitting there. I dismissed it. My hands were shaking. Because I KNEW what was coming. I'd lived it. Except. It didn't come. Week 1 off the jab. Waiting. Watching the scales every morning. Bracing for the climb. Nothing. Same weight. Week 2. This is usually when it starts. The bloating. The puffiness. The exhaustion so thick you can't see through it. Nothing. I kept checking the scales. Same number. Moved them to the bathroom. Same number. Moved them to the kitchen. Same number. I was confused. Week 3. Down 1 kilo. I weighed myself four times. Made my husband stand on the scales to check they were working. Last time I stopped the jab I was up 5 kilos by week three. This time I was DOWN. And I noticed something else. The brain fog. The thing that made me terrified on shift because I'd lose a word mid-sentence or forget which bay I was walking to. It was... clearing. Like someone had wiped the inside of a window I didn't know was dirty. Week 4. Down 2 kilos. Full month off. No crash. My husband thought I'd secretly refilled the script. I showed him the pharmacy app. No 0zempic since the last fill. He looked at me like I was performing a magic trick. Week 6. Down 3 kilos. Made my GP run Reverse T3 even though she'd never heard of it. It came back normal. First time in... I don't even know how long. Because nobody had ever tested it before. Week 8. Down 5 kilos. Eating more than I had in years. Actual meals. Not the 700-calorie scraps I was choking down through nausea on the jab. Real food. And losing weight. My body was burning fuel again. The keys were getting through. The locks were open. Month 4. Down 9 kilos. More than the jab gave me in 14 months. Without the injections. Without the nausea. Without $400 a month. And that's when I found the pen. Behind the yoghurt. Two doses left. Cold in my hand. I stood there for maybe a minute. Thinking about the 14 months I spent injecting myself with something that couldn't touch the actual problem. Thinking about the $5,600. Thinking about the family dinners I skipped. The sister I couldn't talk to. The shifts I worked through nausea so bad I had to step into the supply room and breathe through it. All of that. For a pause button. I dropped it in the bin. Didn't even feel dramatic. Just felt... done. Here's what I need you to hear. If G-L-P-1 is working for you — really working, not pausing — keep going. But if you're the woman in the group who's barely responding... If you're paying $300, $400, $500 a month and the scales won't move... If you've watched everyone around you transform while you inject the same drug and nothing happens... If you've stopped before and crashed and you're terrified it'll happen again... The drug isn't broken. Your body isn't broken. The drug is designed for appetite. Your problem is conversion. And no amount of G-L-P-1 will clear jammed locks. It'll just keep pressing pause. For as long as you keep paying. https://thyroid.love/products/thyroid-support-drops $44. Two droppers under the tongue. Every morning. No injection. No nausea. No $400/month. No pause button. 90-day guarantee. Doesn't work, full refund. They sell out. I've had to wait. Just letting you know. P.S. — The thing that hit me hardest wasn't the weight. It was the nausea stopping. I'd been nauseous every single day for 14 months. I'd forgotten what it felt like to eat a meal and just... enjoy it. To sit down with food and not calculate whether my stomach could handle it. The first meal I ate without nausea — a proper roast my husband made on a Sunday — I almost cried at the table. Not because it was emotional. Because it was chicken and potatoes and I could taste it and I wasn't going to be sick afterwards. That's what $400 a month was costing me. Not just money. The ability to eat a meal like a normal person. P.P.S. — I showed the formula to a pharmacist I work with. Not a GP. A pharmacist. Someone who actually understands bioavailability and absorption. She looked at it for maybe thirty seconds and said "This makes sense. Selenomethionine. Liquid delivery. The ratios are right." She didn't say it like she was impressed. She said it like she was confused why more people don't do it this way. That's when I knew it wasn't placebo. ======== P.P.P.S. — If you're a nurse or work in healthcare and you're reading this thinking "I help people all day and I can't figure out my own body" — yeah. I know. The irony isn't lost on me. We spend our lives looking after everyone else and we can't get anyone to look after us properly. Your TSH is "fine." Your levels are "managed." You're "perfectly optimised." Meanwhile you've gained 20 kilos eating nothing and you're too exhausted to finish a shift without sleeping in your car. You're not crazy. Your locks are jammed. And nobody's testing for it. $44. 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