Approach with caution.
What a shitty-ass day.
What's worst is that it shouldn't have been.
It was a beautiful day - sunny, warm(ish - hey, what do you want - it's mid-January in Northern MN... 20° is tropical!), light breeze... and I was outside for it! Snowmobile plot with Brad today, and the forest road was in good condition (probably could have driven rather than riding... but we brought the sled - so we rode). Not a bad walk (at least when you take into account that I wasn't the one breaking trail), interesting plot location...
It really shouldn't have been a shitty-ass day, but it was. I'm only just now starting to snap out of my funk, and a) it's bedtime, b) I already went to lay down for a while and feel sorry for myself, and c) I'm only just barely out of said funk.
I should probably call Barb tomorrow and see what (if anything) I should take to try to cheer myself up in the lag-time between now and when/if I start getting some 'satisfaction' on the thyroid front.
Really can't keep this up for too long. I've been steadily sliding downhill, but the hill has gotten a lot steeper in the last few days... basically since having my faith in the medical profession completely and totally destroyed. One can only maintain so much hope, I suppose.
Favorite quote of the day... "You almost seem like you're manic-depressive. Except you're only ever normal. And depressive." Yeah... that'd be the double-depression talking... as a result of being dysthymic (thy-what? oh, right... another sign of thyroid... where depressive symptoms present more like dysthymia than major depression... sorry - beating a dead horse).
AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHH!
That is all.