My day was initially off to a good start when I found online that my TSH levels were now within a normal range. 

Then Tom got a message to call my endo’s office and was told that they couldn’t give him any information cuz he didn’t sign some paper. He’s my husband and they can’t give him any info? *rolls eyes* So then I call the nurse and she tells me the same thing I read online. Then the nurse calls back again to say that the doctor asked if I felt that I felt better and should stay at the 75 mcg I’m on now, or if I’d like her to up me to 100 mcg. Even though 100 would probably help me even more with losing weight, I don’t want to get jittery or lose any more hair, so I’ll just see where my weight’s at when I see her in the fall. Yeah, that’s another reason she called; I have to see her on October 16th and have blood drawn the week before. Meanwhile, my weight’s down a few pounds, but I won’t know for another month just how much my metabolism might be improving or not. 

So there I am feeling a bit frustrated that I have to add yet another appointment to my growing list of appointments, and then Tom gets home to report that the Caddy already has a problem. It started running rough on the way home. 

Ugh! I will NOT let God tear down all we worked so hard to build up. I will NOT! Tom assures me all is fine and that it can be dealt with easily enough, though. One of the 8 cylinders won’t fire, a common problem in vehicles. It should be cheaper to fix than restoring the old Ford and that’s not counting its dead AC.