What's The Story, Morning Glory?

I've finally decided to take action. Actually Rav & I both have decided to take action regarding medical "stuff". I'm not really allowed to discuss his form of action. But I'm ecstatic about it.

I have been struggling with a couple of things. One is that my hair is falling out. I mean, I run my hands through my hair and I get fistfuls of hair. If anyone reading this actually knows me, you know how thick my hair is. And I'm not prone to shedding. The only time I lost hair like this was a few weeks after I gave birth.

I've made mental notes regarding this problem for the past few weeks & have dealt with it by merely complaining about it to anyone who will listen & merely shrug my shoulders at the same time.
But...
I've been feeling weird. I'm very achey, my sleeping patterns are all wonky, I'm tired all of the time and I always look bloated. I know that my weight fluctuates, especially ever since having Gracie. But something is just.not.right.

On top of which my cycle is all F!#$ed up too. I get sick. And I mean sick - among other symptoms. I won't get into details, but something is, again, just.not.right.

The first step of action was I walked into my PCP and asked for a script to check out my thyroid, as I have had a goiter in the past (about 10 years ago). With that test & a few others he threw in for good measure, maybe we'll be on to something.
Then I finally called the GYN & am going to talk her ear off next week about all things cyclical and probably be made to feel quite uncomfortable, but it must be done.

That being said, I've sat on my arse regarding these things for way too long. I mean, all kinds of things could be running wild & rampant and I've been so concerned that it's taken me months to pick up the phone to make a couple of appointments.
That being said, if any of my friends or any of my sister-cousins called me & told me this, the mother-hen, big sister, pushy - but concerned Tab would come out & they'd get the old You better go get that checked out Better be safe than sorry, why not get it checked out right away before it becomes anything really bad speech.

Why do I think so little of my own health and well-being. Why am I content to let myself suffer rather than be pro-active. And really, this is unlike me. Not saying I'm a hypochondriac. But I'm pretty good at listening to my body & if sumpin' ain't right, I'm usually on it.
So, what's my deal?