Got up, got DS2 up and dressed, came downstairs and made him breakfast (pb&j on whole wheat, gotta love that). Drove him to school and dropped him off a little early. Drove up to Phoenix to my endo's office, got there 15 minutes early (I guess I didn't need to drop DS2 off early after all, but better safe than sorry.) Circled back to the Safeway and purchased a large but thoroughly wretched cup of coffee. I drank all of it anyway. I'm parched these days, and craving coffee for some reason, I dunno.
Had my endo appointment -- she still hadn't seen the pathology report! The hospital kept faxing over the FNA report instead of the biopsy from the surgery. We talked about what is to come. She warned me it will be bad, but it's only for a short time. I think she was surprised by my positive attitude. She complimented me on that, and my clothes, too.
I dressed today in one of my favorite outfits and looked snazzy -- it's cool enough I can wear my boots! Yay. I am a boot girl, what can I say. So I had on my green skirt and my brown riding boots which just look perfect together. DD: "I think you look stylish." How cool is that? And how many more years do I have before she wouldn't be caught dead with me in public, and doesn't want anyone to know we're related? The idea of that breaks my heart already.
Back to the present, here: yes, hospital for RAI, as isolation would be impossible with my peewees around. Yes, low-iodine diet -- that will have to wait until Monday. Bacon and eggs for breakfast this weekend! And sausages! We're having specially-ordered smoked shoulder for dinner tomorrow, so there's just no way I can start this diet today. As I said... Monday.
They did a blood draw today and I'll go for another on Thursday, and from there probably another the following week until my TSH is peaking off the chart. Then we'll schedule the RAI treatment. Which I may have to repeat in 6 months. Ew, when is that? April/May... hmmm. OK. I guess.
Get out of the appointment, pick up DS2 at school, perfect timing. Drive directly to DS1's school and take a sneaky back road approach to avoid all the main-road, snarled by construction traffic. Collect DS1, deposit both kids at home. Eat lunch (1 Macintosh apple, 2 baby bel cheeses, glass of water, supplements). Investigate "black stuff on the carpet upstairs in the playroom in the corner by the mirrors on the wall" and discover the cat must've used that corner as her litter box the day/night ataxia hit her. I was kind of expecting it. The mess is completely dried out and somewhat fused to the carpet. I will have to chisel it off, but since it's already dried out, it's not getting any worse...I decide to leave it because:
Time for parent-teacher conferences! DS1's teacher loves having him in class. We talked about how DS1 is still very innocent and I'm trying to hang on to that, and that it is a delicate thing. DD's teacher was also DS1's teacher in kindergarden so we are like old friends and both agree that DD is a remarkable little girl. He encouraged me to challenge her... I admitted I feel she is neglected sometimes, since she insists on doing things herself, her own way, and I think that independence is terrific.
Came home and had a cup of tea and wanted to about die, when Mom reminded me that we were having the ribs for dinner. So I had to prep the ribs and put them on the grill (low & slow for ribs, mmmmm). Unfortunately the gas tank ran out after only about 20 minutes, but that was enough to give them some of that smoky flavor I like, so I just pulled them off and put them in the roasting pan with some water, sealed them up tight and threw them in the oven.
Then I finally got on the computer and caught up with email and the world for a little while, when I decided to make baby corn bread. (Apparently I have not posted this recipe online anywhere yet, so I should get off my butt and do that, eventually.) Mom prepped the cabbage for the coleslaw while I did the corn bread in the food processor; after I put the bread in the oven, I dressed the cabbage so that dinner was basically good to go, because...
Then I took the kids' carseats out of the van, and the rest of DD's birthday presents out of the back, and took the van up to the service center for an oil change and to investigate the "maintenance required" light. Hopefully it was because the odometer rolled over 40,000, but why would the light come on then? It just seems odd. There's no scheduled maintenance for 40,000 miles.
DH picked me up at the service center and we came home and ate and then one of my friends called and I gave her the post-surgery update. Then another of my brothers called and I gave him the post-surgery update. Then I kissed the kids goodnight after DH rescued the two boys from the tall dresser nearly falling over onto them because they opened all the drawers at once (!!!), then I took a shower, and then I took this picture of myself smiling to see if what ChaiTime said in the comments yesterday is true (I have sad eyes), and I kind of think she may be right, at least for now, but I like this goofy shot, even though my hair is wet:
Now I'm blogging. The world is crazy, but over at Ambra's, we're talking about life-altering books, and that's a great discussion.
Tomorrow I'll take the kids to the preschool fall festival, and work on DS1's Halloween costume. I will have to post pics if it comes out anywhere near decent. I'm hopeful.
BTW: one reason I'm doing all this running around is that I actually have the energy to do it now. I'm on my way to hypothyroidville, and I know from experience what that feels like. Getting out of bed will be well nigh impossible, and I'll have to write myself notes so that I remember to take a shower at least every other day (which is what I do now). Fortunately Mom will be here to help feed and clothe the kids while I'm at the bottom of that slump.
I'm hoping that a positive attitude can counter-balance the fatigue and depression that I know will come, but I don't know how much good attitude can really accomplish. It certainly doesn't hurt, won't hurt -- but if it will help at all when my systems are moving in slow motion, I just don't know. So I'm hanging on to this for as long as I can. I only hope I have some energy left by Thursday, for DD's birthday. After that, I can pretty much collapse with impugnity.
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