Slept a little bit better but if the 10-cast is right, then I’m not gonna get much sleep after the 4^th. We’ve got another wave of storms coming through and of course, my schedule will happen to be all wrong for it. 

Andy sent me a “glamor” shot of him wearing his CPAP mask, LOL. His covers his mouth and nose. I just hope to hell I can get used to sleeping with something like that if I do need it. I have a little fatigue today, but it’s not horribly bad. My thyroid definitely has a hand in the fatigue as well. No doubt about it. Again, I was snoring loudly, too. 

Ran out to Publix again because I forgot to get yogurt. We grabbed a few other things too. 

Saw something weird on the way there. An armored truck with Indiana plates swerving about. They almost ran a red light, and then they didn’t go as soon as it turned green. Stolen or something? Well, if it was, the cop that went by on the cross street didn’t know it. 

I was reading an article on medical gaslighting and how unfortunately common it is. One woman was telling her story about being bloated and feeling like something was wrong in her lower stomach. All her complaints to doctors were blamed on poor diet and “just being anxious.” Sound familiar? It sure does to me. Anyway, it turned out to be cancer. 

Sometimes I wonder if I should stay connected to Doc A. For one, she wasn’t the greatest doctor. After all, she too wrote my side effects off as anxiety (although she did admit that some of it could be on menopause) and tried to deny that anxiety was even a side effect of levothyroxine. 

Secondly, if I hadn’t been the one to figure out that my foot cramps were coming from the statins had there not been an Internet to look that up on, how much worse might it have gotten had I continued taking them with her telling me it was probably caused by something else? 

Lastly, I never hear from her. The only time I ever did was when I asked her a question on one of her posts. She never comments or reacts to any of my stuff or replies to my messages. I get that she’s a very busy person, but why add me then? 

On the other hand, there’s something gratifying about being connected to her, so I don’t want to let her go at this time. 

I dreamed we moved into a fairly large house with two stories. I was gazing around the neighborhood from our place, which was on a corner. The houses were big but close-set. I could tell the next day was going to be a bulk pickup because people had tons of old furniture and appliances out. 

After I was done checking out the area and hoping the garbage trucks wouldn’t wake me up the following day, I walked up this strange ramp to the upper floor and into a large window-like thing. The ramp was made of a strange mix of foam and canvas. I could feel it give a little under my weight and wondered how it could support Tom.