So I got an automatically generated email from my doctor’s office a couple of days ago to check my “patient” account, which I did. The test results from the thyroid test they did last week finally came in and, yeah, I was right, my thyroid is wonky again. At least I’m pretty sure that’s what these numbers mean.
So I’m waiting for someone to get back to me about that… I guess? It took me two months to get a doctor’s appointment there, and even then they switched doctors on me like, a week before I got that appointment, and now I’m all, “Dudes, this is my thyroid, and I feel like shit. WTF?” I mean, it took a week to get the results and now I’m all, like… Hello? Maybe I’m just impatient. But it used to be that the doctor’s office would call me with the test results and we’d go from there — change in medicine or whatever. Now I have these test results and I have no idea what to do with them. It’s pretty frustrating. If I don’t hear from them by tomorrow, I’ll call and see what’s what.
A little while back, I posted about making Scandinavian egg coffee, and you know what, dear reader? It’s working out pretty well. I’ve been trying it now for about two weeks, and I really like it. I still use my Keurig for tea, so it’s not sitting there being useless, but I enjoy the taste of the egg coffee. Plus, my kitchen hasn’t been this clean in years. ^_^ hahaha! I have to do something while waiting for the water to boil. To refresh y’all’s memory, this is what I’m talking about (different video than before):
Blah… my back hurts. It was spasming so bad yesterday I thought I would pass out. It was better this morning, but then I dropped a ball of yarn at my knitting group and hurt it again when I bent down to pick it up. How fragile our bodies get as we get older — some faster than others, I guess. ^_^ I say that because there were three ladies and a gentleman sitting at the table next to my knitting group and they were all fit and healthy — tall too, but that’s neither here nor there. Two of the ladies stopped and spoke to us on their way out of the bakery where we meet — this happens a lot by the way when one knits in public, people stop and talk to you. Anyway, they were passing through our little town on their way back to Canada from Utah — back from a meditation retreat. Every single on of them was lean, tan, and fit as a fiddle. And not a one of them was under 60 or I’ll eat my hat. And here I am fifty-two, fat, and can’t even pick up a ball of yarn off the floor without killing my back. >_<
That’s okay, I’m still awesome. ^_^ It take all kinds of people to make this world go ’round. We can’t all be pictures of health.