Well, today's the first day that I've felt not-so-bad since the surgery. The problem is...apparently today's the day that the rest of what my thyroid produced before it went bye-bye also, well...went bye-bye.
So, basically walking from the basement to my room (two flights of stairs) is a real chore. Like a sit-down-at-the-top-and-have-a-think-abo
ut-it type chore.
I spent most of the morning waiting to get an appointment with the oncologist to start all the post-surgical type stuff. Including that thing which is becoming my quest as though for a grail: synthroid. At 11:40 or so they said, 'Oh...we can't see you until tomorrow.' Bah.
and I had breakfast somewhere in there and had a small chat about the amusing nature of people who bring drama-filled/bad situations down on themselves. And then we watched copious amounts of Scrubs.
The rest of the day was spent towing the truck which apparently has a bad alternator and picking out a new kitchen range for my parents kitchen.
, and I had a talk about the unreasonableness of people when confronted with logic for a short while. Then we bought wallets. Last, we took turns molesting a giraffe. Warning!
One of the above statements is untrue. (You can ask the giraffe which.)
Now I guess it's time for me to get all sad since ybunny
leaves tomorrow at 5. Meh.
Night, night, LJ. :)