Was a little surprised to wake up and find I’d lost another pound despite going easy on the food. When I first stopped my meds I thought I’d keep gaining away but I’ve been pretty stable. 

Wouldn’t the good doc just love to know that my pulse is usually down in the 70s these days WITHOUT seeing the shrink she wants me to see? Still don’t know what, who or when I’ll be seeing anyone. We don’t want to rush things. I need to fully recover from all the damage they caused me and am just about there. The only strange sensation I sometimes have is suddenly feeling slightly anxious and like my heart is racing, only it’s not. Still feel that pressure on my throat at times too, but we know the thyroid couldn’t enlarge itself that fast, nor would it come and go if it did. 

Speaking of a certain hottie, oh what fun it is to meet with her in dreams like I did last night. It’s like having a fun affair to spice things up without actually cheating on the one you love, only we didn’t “do” anything. Loved the shirt she had on, though I’m sure she would never wear such a revealing one to work, even under that white coat of hers. 

I sometimes wonder if she ever reads my blog unbeknownst to me, thus my confessions of attraction for her, but she’s not stupid either way. She may not know it all, but I’m sure she figured out 2 or 3 appointments ago that I like what I see. What straight man, lesbian or bisexual male/female wouldn’t? 

My sister surprised me by asking for a good place to learn Spanish and said “mucho gracious” when I linked her to Duolingo. LOL, try “muchas gracias,” I told her. I’m just surprised because she’s never shown an interest in languages and the idea of her studying any language would be like me taking a math course. People’s interests do tend to change over the years, though. That’s why I rarely dance or sing these days. If she finds the Spanish to be over her head, she can forget about Italian and she can really forget about German and French. 

I killed Aly in her dreams last night with a water gun, so she told me, and I was accusing her of stealing my silver glitter wallet. ROTFL! She knows, though, that I would never kill anyone who wasn’t trying to kill me, kill Tom, or break into the house. There are very few exceptions to that rule. Such as those who had a direct and indirect hand in swiping half a year of my freedom from me, costing us thousands of dollars, and a world of mental anguish I won’t even begin to get into. Five minutes with each of these folks would be as exciting as going on a mega-shopping spree. 

Went out biking yesterday afternoon. It was 86°. A bit warm even though the sun was setting. I just hate it when people park right in front of the speed bumps because then I can’t swerve around the very edges of them and am forced to slow down. Might wait till after dark even if it’s a lot harder to see then. I know my park, though, and could navigate it blindfolded. I know right where all those evil little speed bumps are.