Just got back from a run to Walgreens. We’ve both been craving snacks.

Yesterday I was tired, so I took a nap. This time it actually refreshed me instead of making me more tired or just as tired. Had half a cup of coffee when I got up as well.

Jessie’s pissed because she too, got woken up by the mower before her 7:30 alarm. The only difference is they come at a decent time here, but not there. People have complained there that they come before 8, and the homeowners association, or whoever it is, doesn’t give a shit. I told her she and the others should remind the homeowners association who the paying customers are. This is exactly what I intend to do if there are any more complaints against us on account of the grass we spent hundreds of dollars getting. I got so mad when it hit me that hey, we’re the ones paying them yet they’re complaining? No fucking way I’m gonna stand for that! We put up with the other park parenting us and this one’s not going to do the same.

My docs and I agreed on a plan to have me step up the dose each month, assuming that all went well during the month before. I have felt great emotionally and I hope to hell it lasts! The goal is to have the 75s phased out by August. The thing is, I doubt 88s will be enough for me at this point. If that’s the case, then I guess I’ll have to slowly titrate up 100s. I really wish my thyroid would just completely die off so I could know it’s not gonna die anymore. We agreed I would wait on those supplements and they said they check in on me from time to time, which was really nice. Not even my old endo did that. Definitely happier with this kind of medical group than with the traditional way. It’s like having a team of medical doctors in my pocket.

I was hugging and kissing a cute little brown rat in my dreams when the mower woke me up. Last night I had some really weird dreams.

In the first dream, I had a really close friend that I knew in person and that was making plans to live near me. I don’t know if I knew Tom or not. Then she committed suicide and I was absolutely devastated.

Then I had a dream we were to move to Indiana of all places. The idea was to go to this really cheap place so we could save money to get what we really wanted in Florida. We arrived in October and it was already freezing.

“It’s cheaper to rent a house here than in Florida, isn’t it?” I asked Tom.

“Indeed it is,” he said.

“How long are we going to be here?” I asked him, knowing he was probably going to work for a while, and he said five or six years.

I was totally bummed out to hear this because I knew that things usually take longer than expected and that would be about ¼ of the rest of my life. I would never in a million years move to a climate like that just to hopefully get a better place here. I would just stay in this house forever.