My TSH levels have got to be getting pretty close to normal by now but my body STILL can't metabolize or burn calories normally with BOTH diet and exercise. Just one lousy cup of coffee with 30-60 calories of creamer will bump me up almost a whole pound. Definitely not normal even for one who’s older, right? 

Not sure I see the point in continuing on with my medication if it’s not going to do me any good, but I’ll make that decision depending on the results of my blood test in June. I know I’d be taking a bit of a risk if I stopped it, but life is all about risks anyway, isn’t it? 

I wonder what last night’s dream may’ve meant if anything. I don’t know what I was there for or why I went alone, but I was at my primary doctor’s office and had waited impatiently in an exam room for over an hour to see her. I stepped out to ask her male nurse what was taking her so long and he said something about giving me something to help calm me down. I said I just wanted to see the doctor and get on with my appointment. 

In a split second, I was in a small room with 3 hospital beds along one wall and some chairs across from it. There were also offices, hallways, and doorways off all the walls except for where the beds were. I was in one of the beds and saw my doctor sitting in a chair a few yards beyond the foot of it. She was chatting with a black guy. I asked her how many more minutes. “About a half an hour,” she said. 

I was pissed and then I realized how tired I was. I thought to myself, I don’t give a shit if I fall asleep on them if they’re going to make me wait this long. 

Just then, her nurse came through a door and approached my left side. He grabbed my arm and then stuck a foot-long needle into my arm just above the back of my wrist. I tried to protest and pull away, saying I couldn’t get home if they were going to drug me up, and the doctor burst out laughing like it was a funny joke. 

Went out and covered 3 or more miles in 58 minutes at just after 7:30 and it was a ghost town out there this evening. Maybe that was because it was so windy. I turned the iPod off along the way and listened to people’s wind chimes as I walked and jogged. I was chilly at first, but then I was sweating as I got moving. I know my route so well now that I could do it blindfolded. I have my designated running spots, which are long, flat stretches as well as areas that are a bit downhill, too. 

I’m surprised Oregon legalized gay marriage! Oregon was a pretty hateful state when I lived there. So many cars had that “one man, one woman” bullshit bumper sticker. Just maybe we will see all 50 states legalize it in our lifetime, after all. 

Safari definitely runs way faster than Firefox, but it lacks a couple of features FF has. Pretty sure Safari is only for Mac users, though, just in case anyone’s wondering. Although I fought it tooth and nail because I, like most people, am resistant to change, I’m glad I went Mac all those years ago. I can just imagine how many viruses and other shit I’ve had had by now if I were still in Windows. Just wish providers and routers could be as stable, though I haven’t had any outages in over a week now. 

Was going to wait till June to start this 30-day challenge, but then said what the hell? So here goes: 

What is your first memory? 

My earliest memories, though I don't exactly know which came first for sure, is turning 3 years old. I also remember "drawing" on the wall with a metal animal figure that might've been a dog. I don't know if I was still in a crib, but I was pretty young either way. Too young to know better, I placed the metallic figurine on the wall as high as I could reach, then slowly dragged it down the wall, making streaks of grayish streaks along the way. 

"Oh, Jodi," I remember my mother moaning when she discovered the mess I'd made.