God, is it really Thursday already - ?
It's hard to function, taking this Levoxyl. But for right now it's important to stay on our doctor's good side. So, yes, we're doing something devious. We're going to take this (pardon language, badass shit) for a week, have the blood test, (pardon again) kiss the doctor's ass, and then get back to normal.
(Thank you for your input there, Alex....)
Levoxyl makes our insomnia worse, which of course screws up *everything in life*. (!)
(Thanks again, Alex. I think we all agree with you, on this one.)
When (those stupid) numbers come out right on our thyroid test, everybody's happy but us. When the numbers are a little off, it seems like we feel better and function better.
It's frustrating. We know the doctor is a *doctor*....but he doesn't live in this body, we do.
(Sigh) We used to be so trusting. It used to be unlike most of us, to do anything devious. Nowdays, we simply vote on the next devious thing we're about to do.....
Forest wants us to stop using that word repeatedly, and stop feeling bad about it, he's saying that survival is survival.
Well, it's a done deal, whichever way you look at it. We've learned a lot of hard lessons around the whole medical industry.
Met a kid in class today who's studing to be a psychiatrist, and his girl friend is studying to be a writer. It was fun, getting to discuss with him how the two fields can be related. (And this was in a math class. It might get really interesting, as we get in to more subjects!)
Math still sucks, though. Did, does, and always will. But, it's easier this term because our teacher for this term is an absolute saint and we love her.
The medication dillemma, maybe there's hope for in the long run. There's a local pharmacist who's also a naturopath - we intend to talk to him about alternatives for treating low thyroid. (Levoxyl sucks worse than math.)
Did we already write that Russell's friend Brian has moved back into the old house with him, so we're no longer free to hang out there ? That's probably for the best. So for now, much as we don't like this apartment, we're concentrating on making it feel more like home.
Mostly we're suiting it to Forest's taste, except for the part of the kitchen that we use as an office, which is where I am now. This space, we're decorating around Lige. Which is kind of exactly the opposite of Forest.
Gotta go, pizza's here.
(Thank you for your input there, Alex....)
Levoxyl makes our insomnia worse, which of course screws up *everything in life*. (!)
(Thanks again, Alex. I think we all agree with you, on this one.)
When (those stupid) numbers come out right on our thyroid test, everybody's happy but us. When the numbers are a little off, it seems like we feel better and function better.
It's frustrating. We know the doctor is a *doctor*....but he doesn't live in this body, we do.
(Sigh) We used to be so trusting. It used to be unlike most of us, to do anything devious. Nowdays, we simply vote on the next devious thing we're about to do.....
Forest wants us to stop using that word repeatedly, and stop feeling bad about it, he's saying that survival is survival.
Well, it's a done deal, whichever way you look at it. We've learned a lot of hard lessons around the whole medical industry.
Met a kid in class today who's studing to be a psychiatrist, and his girl friend is studying to be a writer. It was fun, getting to discuss with him how the two fields can be related. (And this was in a math class. It might get really interesting, as we get in to more subjects!)
Math still sucks, though. Did, does, and always will. But, it's easier this term because our teacher for this term is an absolute saint and we love her.
The medication dillemma, maybe there's hope for in the long run. There's a local pharmacist who's also a naturopath - we intend to talk to him about alternatives for treating low thyroid. (Levoxyl sucks worse than math.)
Did we already write that Russell's friend Brian has moved back into the old house with him, so we're no longer free to hang out there ? That's probably for the best. So for now, much as we don't like this apartment, we're concentrating on making it feel more like home.
Mostly we're suiting it to Forest's taste, except for the part of the kitchen that we use as an office, which is where I am now. This space, we're decorating around Lige. Which is kind of exactly the opposite of Forest.
Gotta go, pizza's here.