The note says: Leave @ 12:30 or get OT. My workload is ever-increasing.
I woke up feeling guilty that I didn’t pick up the Friday Five yesterday. Turns out it was late so I don’t feel so bad. This week’s theme is lids!
1. What did the last hat you wore look like?
Mah summer hat! It’s white with a slightly asymmetrical brim and an orange plastic buckle on one side. I wore that sucker all summer because I didn’t want to be at John’s wedding all shades of white and tan. Since it’s easier to stay relatively un-tanned in summer, I went that route.
2. What’s your strategy for unscrewing those stubborn jar-lids?
“Honey? Can you open this?
3. How good are you at keeping a lid on it?
Very good, which is much better than I used to be. Case in point: The thing I have going on now that I can’t mention here on the blog! (I’m not pregnant.) NB: Next time I start a blog, I’m not telling anyone I know that I have one.
4. Here in Hawaii, people are often very self-conscious about their eyelids. How do you feel about yours?
I have squinty eyes, so you never see much of my eyelid. It’s nothing I’ve ever been really bugged about, but it would be nice to have wider eyes. Eh.
5. Are you acquainted with anyone named Lydia?
My father’s grandmother (passed away when I was young) was named Lydia. I LOVE that name. Unfortunately, I don’t think I could give a child of mine the first name of Lydia because… well …
The thyroid gland is butterfly-shaped. Photo by Vicki's Nature on Flickr.
My latest thyroid followup exam was last night. The blood test showed that my TSH was at 2.7 (which falls into normal by his standards where over 4.5 is high, but falls into the very high end of normal by the 2003 AACE standards where over 3.0 is considered high. (More TSH wankery here) and my T4 was 13.1, which is high. So he’s dialing me back down to 25 mcg a day from 50 mcg a day.
He asked how I was feeling, and I replied that I was still tired and still cold and a bit blue because I spent the whole summer (my favorite season) wearing a gray sweater. Much to my surprise, he replied that my symptoms are not thyroid related and, hey, here’s a pamphlet on Lexapro and have I considered general anxiety disorder?
(record scratch)
I didn’t start this process because I had symptoms of anything. I wanted a routine physical exam because I hadn’t had one in years. Doc found the thyroid problem in the routine blood test and told me I had hypothyroidism. I checked out the symptoms and realized…wow…I *have* been cold lately and I *have* been really tired and look my skin *is* dry. So I believed him and took the pills and read up on the problem.
I don’t want to become *that* patient, but I’d rather the doc say…
=> “Hm…still feeling poorly? Maybe we should take a closer look at your iron levels/circulation/diet/glucose levels…”
=> “Well, sometimes what’s normal on paper isn’t normal for everyone. Maybe we should run the full thyroid panel…”
=> “Let me refer you to a colleague of mine who’s an endocrinologist.”
I’m resentful that 7.5 minutes into a 15 minute appointment I was written off as having GAD because my symptoms didn’t magically go away when the thyroid levels hit a certain number.
So now what? I put on a second pair of socks and go look for an endocrinologist.
Anyway, my purse is about 13″ square and 3″ thick (507 cubic inches). A wrapped tampon is 6″ long and 1 1/2″ wide and 3/8″ thick (3.37 cubic inches). If my elementary school math skills hold up, it’d be about .66% of the total volume of my purse, which is filled with a multitude of other items like: phone, wallet, , pack of tissues, flash drive, chapstick, eyeglass case, gum, notebook, pen, 5-10 receipts, an earring or two and a roll of dog poop bags.
So how is it possible that the one tampon makes its way to the top of my purse and tumbles out at every possible opportunity — even if it’s in the zippy pouch?
I have a lot to catch up on but in the meantime here’s a Friday 5 to hold the blog over. This week’s theme is Mint!
1. How picky are you about toothpaste?
VERY. Firstly, I only accept white or whitish toothpaste and definitely NOT colored gel. Why do I want to brush my teeth with red, blue or green colored goo? I’m going for white here, and I need all the help I can get. Secondly, I don’t want crap in my paste. No wee breath strips or whitening gel pellets. Just paste. Finally, it has to be minty, not cinnamony.
2. What’s the best cooked dish you’ve had that included mint?
Um. I can’t remember one dish I’ve eaten that had a minty taste. Can we go with baked? How about those Keebler Grasshopper cookies, but back when they had green cream in them.
3. How far would you have to go from where you are right now to get a breath mint?
Down the elevator and out to the corner store at the center terrace of the apartment complex.
4. Got any gum?
Yes! Here in my purse. Orbit sweet mint. I have two packs, actually. I’m supposed to leave one at work.
What’s something you keep in mint condition?
Oh, nothing. I crack everything open immediately and use the heck out of them until they wear out or Max chews them into oblivion.
***
That’s all for now. The last 8 days have sapped me dry. At least I have a bunch of stuff to write about once I wake up.
Hi. ‘Member me?
