Today, I went to the doctor.For those who don't know, I'm hypothyroid. Which means that I have an immune system that attacks my thyroid gland and the thyroid hormone it produces, and I'm on a daily regimen of hormone replacement. So far, so good. I'm used to it by now, having been diagnosed when i was 16.
I'm also used to doctor visits, being quizzed about my bathroom habits, my periods, and having needles stuck in my arm to see if my levels are okay. I also get at least a cursory physical exam every time I go in.
Fine and dandy. So I go in today, because although I feel fine (well, mostly) the doctor wanted to see me and check up on how I was doing. I rated my overall energy level (a 4 out of ten), told her about my sleeping problems, and then it was off to the exam room where a student clinician took my pulse and stuff. She stuck an electronic thermometer in my mouth, and when it beeped, I took it out and had a look.
It read 96.6.
Uh-oh.
I usually run about 98.1, 98.3 on a good day. 96.6 is shockingly low, even for me. Suddenly, a lot of things made sense. My recurring problems with being supersensitive to cold...the fact that I'm tiring a lot more easily than I usually do, even if I don't admit it to myself that much...
I'm more than likely low on thyroid hormone. nothing else suppresses my metabolism like that.
Here is where I roll my eyes and go, "duh." I try to avoid blaming things on my chronic illnesses so much that I quite often miss stuff like this.
So, duh.
We'll see what the blood tests say. I may well be put on a higher dose. Which, frankly, would be really cool.
He should learn to believe me, really.Okay, i have to admit that my tales might sound fantastic to someone who hasn't lived here for a while, but this place really is that good. My cats really are that cute. The job market is that hopping.
I still feel pretty lucky to have made it here, and visits from awed friends bring it home to me. It lets me see the place through their eyes, and I am always astonished at what I find. It brings the magic back.
So I was out freelancing at Company Y today, a creative services company, doing HTML work for a few weeks. One of the guys there has a new G3, which i am totally drooling all over. The people seem pretty nice, and it totally clears out at 5. Weird.
I am so not sniffing at the money they're paying, either. This freelance stuff has hidden benefits, yes.
Rain again, today. I think i'll make an early night of it. I pulled the bandaid off my arm a few minutes ago and now i have scary red welts popping up where the bandaid was. owie.later, taters.
they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
I listened through the cemetary trees
I seen the sun coming up at the funeral at dawn;
the long broken arm of human law
now it always seemed such a waste
she always had a pretty face
I wondered why she hung around this place
...
She said "it's cold
it feels like Independence Day
and I can't break away from this parade..."—One Headlight, Wallflowers
outside: messy rain
doing: public relations, I think
to do: meta tags
words: Someplace to be Flying, Charles de Lint
heavy rotation: Bringing Down the Horse Wallflowers; Gordon Barenaked Ladies; the downward spiral Nine Inch Nails
link: pretty pictures!
energy level (out of ten): 4
dream: restless walking dreams, dreams of things that won't open until it's time. I look up at her and ask her why and she just smiles and kisses my lips.
