Yesterday turned out to be a pretty hilarious day. HAMA stands for human anti-mouse antibodies, so I learned thanks to a friend who does great research. When I asked the nurse what this meant, she said she didn’t know and then she said what I thought was, “All I know is that it has to do with the mouth.” Well “mouth” was obviously “mouse.” 

I had quickly looked it up but hadn’t read anything in detail until a friend slipped me some links Tom and I checked out. It didn’t mention rats, but apparently, exposure to mice, particularly wild mice, can create antibodies in a person that can interfere with the results of blood tests. If I have this thing, then it might be giving false high readings on my TSH tests. 

Personally, I don’t think I do, but I have definitely dealt with wild mice. We used to get them all the time in the trailer, and one time we had one in our Phoenix house in which I decided to make a pet. I called him Gizzy, LOL. I never handled him, because he was too timid and I didn’t want to get bit, but I gave him a home for a while. After two or three escapes, I decided to set him free again, realizing he was never meant to be anybody’s pet as adorable as he was. I even caught a pair of mice in Maricopa. Despite plenty of contact with rats and mice, both wild and not, I don’t think that’s the issue but that is just a guess. Only the test results can say for sure. 

I was laughing at the thought of the good doctor noticing my rodent obsession (rat T-shirt last time I saw her, rat profile pics on both Facebook and the health site, even though I doubt they see our profile pictures on the health site), and thinking that that’s why she should do this test. Tom doesn’t think that has anything to do with it so much as the fact that some people have had the symptoms that I’ve had while getting high readings that say they’re undermedicated even though they feel overmedicated. Maybe I will find out something today. I’m more concerned with my TSH score, but if I have this anti-body present, all they have to do is a different type of test. My doctor’s good, though. Damn good. I doubt Dr. D ever would’ve ever come up with this idea. 

Tom got a paid day off for doing that woman’s job that’s on maternity leave. Not sure that’s nearly enough of a reward, but it’s better than nothing. 

Oh, wow. It’s actually raining out there now. I heard some thunder earlier but didn’t expect any rain. Maybe it will keep things quiet today and I will stay in the front of the house. I have been finding it better to retreat to the back of the house during the daytime during the week. 

Revlon's Tea Rose polish may smell like roses, but their Chocolate Truffle barely smells chocolatey, and the color is hideously ugly. If it weren’t for Gold Glaze's transforming effects, I would have taken it right off. Might send it to a friend. 

Last night I beat the shit out of some guy in my dreams that was in a pool with jade-green water so murky you couldn’t even see through half an inch of it. I don’t know what in the world he said to piss me off bad enough to make me jump into such filthy water and punch him in the face and then slam his head against the concrete side of the pool while Tom watched in horror shouting, “NO!” But it must’ve been pretty bad. Normally words aren’t enough to get me to go after someone, so I would have had to perceive it as something very threatening. After the 30-second surprise attack rendered him unconscious, I pulled myself out of the water and hosed myself down.