This weather sucks. Running the AC yesterday, running the heat today. Hard to believe it’s going to be nearly 100° in a few days.

The woodpecker is getting more persistent. SO tired of having one thing after another no matter where we live. I got woken up today, but it wasn’t by that car, which I haven’t heard in two days. I was woken up by something that hit the speed bump too hard. I don’t feel tired, though. I’ve had good energy today and yesterday. I’m just frustrated with the fucking woodpecker. This is more than just a few scattered pecks now in its usual place over the back corner of the patio, and I’m still not sure what to do about it. I guess we blow the patio roof again and cut the trees even lower. I’m sure there’ll just be something else, though. If that car is gone, for example, God will just make sure whoever moves into their place has a motorcycle.

I am absolutely starving as I wait 4 hours before I can start eating. I still have another hour to go.

Really worried, based on how calm I’m feeling, along with other symptoms (2-3 shits a day, although solid, losing hair again, though most of it is still thick, water retention, weight not budging, etc.), that my TSH may be up. If it can drop from 10 to 7 in three months it can rise to that in three months, can’t it? If it is up, I’ll be damned if I’ll go to a higher dose. Not with how severe the consequences can be. I REFUSE to struggle with this medication on and off all my life. I can’t keep playing the appointment/medication game like this year after year. It really does have to stop… until I acquire my next health problem. Two PCP appointments, two dentist appointments, one ENT, one eye exam… that’s enough!

One of the dreams I had last night has me even more worried that my TSH could be up. I was reading the results of my tests online, all of which weren’t good, only it was Doc O who left notes about it and not A. “…that you should know,” was one of the things she said at the end of one sentence. They also tested me for marijuana, too.

In another dream, I was in a large building on an upper level. I’m not sure if I lived there or was just staying there temporarily, but when I looked out a couple of large windows at the awesome view, I ran to grab my camera. By the time I fetched it, I was frustrated because someone had drawn the drapes along the windows, blocking the view.

Then I was in a parking lot watching a couple of old ugly and very loud cars zip back-and-forth. One of the guys driving (a guy with curly blond hair) headed towards me and I realized he could hit me if he wanted to, but he stopped as soon as he saw me.

Then I was living in some apartment building where a rash of burglaries had taken place. A black woman was doing something to change or enforce the locks and I asked her if she had gotten to mine yet, and she hadn’t. The “apartment” actually looked like a small room. I was about to go out somewhere when I realized that the curtains were only pulled partway across the window and I debated whether or not I should pull them further across before I left.

Then there was a dream where I was sitting next to someone who had pink nail polish on. Every other nail was light pink while the rest were dark pink. They were to my right. To my left was a black woman.

Lastly, I was 40 years old again and we were looking to have me artificially inseminated.