My endo called back today and spoke to DH; I was out with the kids seeing Lemony Snickett's A Series of Unfortunate Events.
I was much more excited about the phone call than the movie, but I digress... I'm off at the crack of dawn (well, around 8AM) tomorrow, up to the Phoenix office for a blood draw. Dr M, the endo, told DH that I "definitely needed lab work done."
Yes, well: aside from the fact that I feel horribly fatigued and could easily stay in bed all day, drifting in and out of consciousness, there is that bit about the CANCER. I need to keep my TSH suppressed, and that means upping my dose considerably. TSH = Thyroid Stimulating Hormone, produced by the pituitary gland when it detects a lack of thyroid hormones in your body. TSH works like a charm at getting normal thyroid tissue rarin' to go and pumping out more thyroid hormones, but it also stimulates any thyroid cancer that may be lurking about. So, for cancer patients like me, the ideal is to keep TSH as close to zero as possible.
Since I've been regularly staying in bed until after 10, tomorrow looks to be a rough day. Maybe I'll have a nap when I get home.
The movie: excellent production values, but somewhat badly paced. Or maybe it was just me. The balance between melancholy and twisted humor was also out of whack. Or maybe it was just me, again. I could've used more wry observations and fewer twee psuedo-antiquated gadgets, like the reel-to-reel tape in the car, or the car phone, for that matter. Aunt Jo's house was a masterpiece. Aunt Jo and Uncle Monty were among the brighter spots. Casting was excellent, but only in the sense that Jim Carrey was perfect for Count Olaf because the Count is, more than anything else, a bad actor.
It's raining today! And not just the occasional sprinkle we usually get, but great streaming torrents of rain. We certainly need it, and I'm lucky in that it doesn't seem to be causing my RA to flare up much at all. Piriformis is killing me, though. What's new?
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