Yesterday was quiet while Tom and I painted the hallway pink, him rolling, and me edging. He did some edging up high where it’s hard for me to reach, and I was the one who painted the cabinet door and drawers. The yellow and green go fantastically together, though Andy didn’t think so. I don’t think many people, if any, liked the pink, LOL. Either way, painting smooth surfaces is a bitch! The paint scuffs off the paneling so easily if we’re not careful. Apparently, they sprayed these walls the first time around, which gives you a more even coverage. Tom’s gotten so good at painting, though, that he can even edge without tape. He found that if he just presses the brush firmly to the wall and lets the bristles spread apart, then goes real slow, he can just edge that way. 

Putting the drawers back was a bitch and one of the plastic guides broke, so we’ll have to get a new one or maybe even a new track as well. 

Tom was right on with his guess of 12 as far as my TSH level goes. I started at 32 and 1-2 is normal. So the medication is working but not nearly enough yet. My cholesterol is almost back to normal but my glucose is a bit high. Tom and I are both borderline diabetics, especially him. He has a home testing kit he’s been using and thinks it’s just about time for him to make his own doctor’s appointment. The guy thinks he’s going to outlive me even though he’s male and he’s older by 8½ years. 

We haven’t actually spoken to the doctor yet. We learned my test results online at the health site. We expect she’ll call with my new prescription and dosage soon, though. If not we’ll call her. 

Just as I typed that last sentence, I got an alert from the health site. She’s going to up my dose from 50 mcg to 75 mcg. 

Hashimoto's thyroiditis. That’s what this is called that I’ve got and some of its symptoms include mental slowing, depression, dementia, weight gain, constipation, dry skin, hair loss, cold intolerance, hoarse voice, irregular menstruation, infertility, muscle stiffness and pain, and a wide range of other not-so-fun symptoms like low sex drive. 

I have almost all the symptoms but maybe 3 of them. 

In other news, we looked at our last home in Maricopa, and OMG! What a terrible place it would be to live in. It was getting bad when we left in 2004, but now they’ve totally trashed the place. They fenced around the house but both inside and outside the fence is completely trashed. There are now 5 rentals in back all with trash and tons of vehicles around them, and you know that house I feared would end up across from our place? Well, it’s there now and it too, is trashed to hell. The whole town is trashy. I remember looking out at the mountains at sunset or something, and then I’d look up and see grocery bags flying in the wind or something.

Because I’ve been struggling to focus on my story with both the ADHD and then having to deal with this latest health shit going on with me, I’ve been slow in my proofreading of old entries. 

Molly was looking for me on the blogs she knows about a few days ago. Ugh, who let the dog off its leash and back online? 

Anyway, I had some pretty wild dreams last night. Tom and I lived elsewhere and the Jes pest was our neighbor all over again. We were still owners, though, and in a retirement community. He woke me up running some loud machinery at just after 7am. 

I was just about to go blast his ass out when all of a sudden Tom existed no more and I was suddenly living with my Endo doc of all people. That reminds me – a coworker of Tom’s also went to this same building and commented about the staff not being very friendly. Then one asked if the bald something-or-other was still at the front desk, LOL. 

She may not have been the friendliest of doctors, but I liked that she was thorough, didn’t rush me, got back to me right away with the test results, and seemed to really know her stuff. I like to check out who I’m dealing with and found that she’s my age and is from Venezuela.