Woke up with more energy today which is great, but before I even got halfway into my day, I was tired. This fatigue has me worried about my health in general. I just hope there isn’t anything else wrong with me that I don’t know about. Some things are tricky to test for.

Jess has more problems than I do. She too has Hashimoto’s, but she also has Addison’s, celiac, and might have some type of autoimmune hepatitis that causes liver inflammation. She said they can’t test for it because they can’t stop her steroids as doing so would kill her.

I’m trying not to stress as to whether or not we’re ever going to be able to get my TSH numbers normal. The biggest thing is what I can feel. I’m not as stressed over the cholesterol issue because I can’t feel that until and if it kills me. But I can feel the debilitating fatigue that is really interfering with the quality of my life. I don’t think it’s all on my thyroid, though. I think part of it is also age and menopause, and God forbid if there was anything else going on I don’t know about. Where there is one autoimmune disease, there are sometimes others. At least the rubbing alcohol I got is killing my rash.

There’s been a truck parked across the street since yesterday, but it’s a plant. I think the Canadian couple wants it to look like someone’s there. Why it took this long for them to show up beats me. They also have a Canadian plate. An old couple in a white car showed up and looked around and we’re guessing they drove in separately and left in the car together.

The park phone book was released the other day and the place is owned by a guy. He listed a Canadian number.

Found Toni’s name and number and knew what her Italian last name meant when I saw it. She does look Italian too. Found her on Facebook. She doesn’t seem to have any kids but has some nieces and nephews. There really wasn’t a lot to see, but I was kind of surprised to see a picture of the Belgium flag. What does she have to do with Belgium?

She is definitely religious, too, and those folks tend to be haters and narrow-minded so I don’t know how close I want to get to her. To me, religion is basically an organized hate group with an imaginary friend that they believe believes they’re special and that their way is the only correct way.

Saw a mother walking up the street alongside her little kid who was on a small bike with training wheels. I’m sure they’re only here for the holidays, but it reminded me of the people at the old place who let their daughter and her two kids live with them.

I’m wondering if I saw our next house in the dream I had the other night. I’m still enjoying this one and living here, even if it’s a bit small. But in the dream, he was carrying out some long boxes when I opened the door for him and said, “Isn’t it nice that we have the space to do this here?”

Here, you would have to go out the door at an angle with anything long.

Then I had this dream we were living in an apartment building if it wasn’t a hotel we were staying in. I was walking down the hall toward the elevator and the place seemed sort of dark. I could still make out a black woman in the elevator. The doors were closing right as I got there.

Then I managed to get into an elevator and I couldn’t breathe inside the thing. I was relieved when the doors finally opened and I stepped out into a nearly pitch-black hall.

Then we were in another house in another dream. This place seemed dumpier and I’m not even sure if it was a manufactured home. Tom was plugging an ugly orange extension cord in the kitchen, and I said, “You’re not going to leave that in here, are you?”

Instead of answering, he bent down and put his ear to a small box of some kind that was sitting on the counter. I realized he was listening for something and I bent down to hear what I could hear knowing that he was hard of hearing. “It’s hissing,” I told him.

The last of my recent dreams was no fun at all. I was in a VH-type place and I tried to escape. A group of people was trying to hunt me down and I couldn’t find a place to hide. It almost looked like I was on a farm or something.