The eye doctor’s office left a text message saying that the doctor says no treatment is necessary at this time and to call if I have any questions. This is great to know, though I was never really all that worried. It’s still a relief to be able to move on to other things. Besides house hunting, I still have to finish my dental work and see other doctors.

I misunderstood which cell the doctor would call. I thought he would call the one Tom takes to work, but he called mine instead. I keep the ringer on, but I usually keep the phone in the living room, so they must’ve called when I had the music on to drown out Jesse’s ATV, motorcycle, or whatever he had going at the time. I also like music when I’m cleaning or working out. I even crank up the tunes when I’m showering.

I thought about it and decided that I definitely want to get my thyroid checked after I finish my teeth. I’ll have to see a regular doctor anyway before I can see an ear specialist. The possibility of my thyroid being off has been something I’ve been wondering about for too long now. Why not find out for sure? I have more than half the signs of a whacky thyroid and my body is not responding to diet and exercise. It hasn’t for a long time now unless I damn near starve it. Instead, I just keep losing the same few pounds that come right back. Really don’t think I can hold my weight much longer. It’s been like trying to hang onto the hood of a moving car. If there isn’t a problem that can be helped, sooner or later I’m going to fall off that car, probably sooner. Dieting shouldn’t be easy, but there’s a difference between hard and damn near impossible. Even at my age, I shouldn’t have to cut my calories so low for so little in return. I say let’s let them either tell me I’ve got a fucked up thyroid and fix it or tell me it’s hopeless and it’s just a part of aging, etc.

It’s hard to believe it’s going to be raining and in the 50s in a few days considering that right now it’s sunny and 70s. It’s 80° inside now because I don’t have the cooler going. Its vent is open and the windows are open, but that’s about it. I wonder why I’m not as heat tolerant as I used to be. Our house in Arizona was usually kept at 82° and it was quite comfy so long as I didn’t wear much. I thought my lack of tolerance was due to not being used to such fierce heat anymore, and some of it probably is, but I also wonder if age and getting so damn fat has to do with it, too.