Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy and more dizziness! I’ve been experiencing this nearly every single day now, and I have fatigue more often too, where I’m normally plentiful on energy. We’re still guessing it’s connected to the perimenopause as opposed to my thyroid taking more of a hit. I wasn’t even this dizzy or fatigued before raised to my current dose. I might see if I can get to see Dr. A sooner. I have almost every peri symptom there is, but at the same time I still have a fear of taking anything, so I don’t know that I’d want hormonal replacement therapy of any kind. Still, it couldn’t hurt to have my hormone levels tested. It isn’t a terrifying feeling like when I had killer anxiety on the higher thyroid doses, but it’s highly annoying. 

I asked Tammy her opinion. I told her she better get better herself as who else would I have to play the picture game with? LOL, yeah, I change blog backgrounds on Blogger every time I post, and I add graphics that’ll show on Facebook and Google+. I delete them from the actual posts after they’re published so the blog won’t appear too cluttered with various graphics. 

I’ve lost 4 pounds since getting my juicer. If I lose 4 more I’ll either wonder if I’ve got some whole new disease I don’t yet know about, or if juicing really is the miracle some people claim it is. More than likely the weight will reset itself on its own. I can see where juicing would make us healthier, but I don’t see the logic in the weight loss part since it’s still the same stuff whether it’s in a juiced or solid state. 

Yesterday I juiced my two remaining tomatoes. It was better than store-bought tomato juice, but still not anything I want to juice in the future. At least not by itself. 

Today I made a Sweet Potato Pie. This uses a sweet potato, 2 apples, and 6 carrots. It’s pretty good. 

Got the display case and now 2 wolves and 7 dogs live in it. It looks great. The only thing I might change is I’d prefer a white base to a black base because then the animals would stand out better. Definitely going to get more of these at some point. 

Later… 

Hoodie’s looking terrible these days, but at over 2 years of age, that’s old for a rat. He’s less active, withering away, losing fur, and not breathing well. I hope the poor guy isn’t suffering. He’s still eating, though, so that’s good. It’s typical of an old rat as sad as it is. 

Since getting hooked on rats in 1998, I see a definite pattern with all the rats I’ve had over the years. This may sound “racist,” but solid-colored rats seem to have friendlier personalities than those with markings. The only outstanding marked rats we’ve had were Ratsy and Little Buddy. We only had 3 solid light ones in which Blondie and Sugar (a Himalayan) were fantastic rats. We’ve had 4 Berkshires (dark brown with white feet) and Tinkerboy and Scuttles were great. Lastly, 2 out of the 3 traditional brown rats we had were also awesome… Tinkerbell, Little Fella, and one that died shortly after we got her. 

I can’t believe how much better my hair has looked and felt since getting a trim and the Paul Mitchell serum. 

Tom’s got over $150 worth of gift cards from work to play with… Chili’s, an Amex card, and something else. The problem is the guy has so little free time for fun things. 

Last night I dreamed of some guy who seemed to be upset that I hadn’t visited his blog. I don’t know where we were, but he and some girl were chatting nearby. I walked up to them and knew they were upset that I hadn’t been to the blog. I had a few long index cards in my hand and offered a blank one to the girl who accepted it without saying anything. 

Then I woke up at 3:30 and was pissed to be up that early since I had an upcoming appointment. My bedroom looked different, though. Where the window by the closet was there was a door instead. My first thought was that it was the crack of dawn, but when I opened the door I could see that the faint sliver of “light” was actually from the full moon shining above. It was windy too, and I could see clouds sailing across the moon at a rather rapid pace. I thought it looked really cool despite my somber mood. 

Donna A was in another dream, though her last name was Blakely. I walked up to a long table where several pieces of mail sat. Donna was on the other side of the table sorting through it. I saw a small package that was addressed to me. I happily said, “Ooh, a package for me?” 

Then she handed me an article she’d written. Although the article made absolutely no sense to me I noted and commented on how superbly written it was.