Just got done at the lab and now I’m waiting in the car while Tom gets us stuff from Burger King. I told him to just get me fries and a shake since I make burgers better than they do.

Are that many doctors that stupid, or are there just that many high on denying things to their patients? Pretty sure I figured out exactly what’s causing my cramps where my gallbladder used to be. It’s tied into what messed with thyroid absorption last summer and what I think is messing with it right now. I did more research on it and it clearly says that it can block the absorption of vitamin D along with a few other vitamins, and we know vitamin D affects the thyroid. This is just one of the post-cholecystectomy problems you can have. Yet the G.I. doc and other docs said they never heard of such a thing. I knew my rising TSH last year was connected to the cholecystectomy. I've had cramps, gas, and mild nausea.

It’s like I get punished for everything I have done to me. My TMJ was the result of ear surgery, then I had dental issues after having braces, and now this is the price I’m paying for the cholecystectomy. I swear I’m going to have more problems without the gallbladder than with it! It was either this, though, or eventually get stones and infections and have to have major surgery.

Anyway, they pulled three vials of blood and now I just wait and hope for the best. The scale is still down, but I feel cold at times, so I don’t know what to think. Either way, I’m not playing the dose-tweaking game again. I swear it's like something wants to keep the TSH games going, though, like I was never meant to be consistently under 10 let alone normal. Now that I'm not having anxiety issues to cause me to skip doses and mess with my TSH, I have this shit doing it for me instead.

PB is really frustrating the shit out of me lately. It seems I'm triggering the spam filter no matter what I do, even in private books. I'm contemplating updating there by the month in one big huge entry instead of daily or every few days.

I dreamed we moved someplace and I didn't want to leave it because they had the best weather and food, but I feared we would have to because it was expensive.

Then I lived in a small privately owned hotel that I also worked in. I knew Tom in the dream, but he was off working somewhere. The hotel was owned by a super-rich couple. They were so rich that at the end of their shift, I would watch them mount these horses sitting outside along with a woman dressed very professionally in some kind of pilot outfit. She wore a white blouse and a dark navy skirt. I knew they were taking the horses to their privately owned plane and that the professionally dressed woman was going to fly them to their home. This was their normal way to and from work. How the woman mounted the horse dressed as she was, I don't know.