So, Monday, I went to visit the vampires again. The phlebotomist again tied the rubber band around my upper arm and poked at my elbow, shook her head, told me I had "some of the most stubborn veins I have ever seen!" and took the blood out of the back of my left hand with one quick stick that I barely felt.
I got the call from the endocrinologist on Tuesday--thyroid levels are normal and stable. I get to stick with the same dose. And I don't have to test again until just before my December appointment. Seriously, this hasn't happened since I got my thyroid removed in '16. They kept stepping me down until they got me to 75 mcg of synthroid...and that was TOO low. But the next step up was too high.
I may well have needed the T3 that's in the desiccated porcine thyroid gland that I've been taking for six months, now (last four have been the same dose).
Even better, there's no difference I can tell between the name brand (Armour thyroid) and the generic (NP Thyroid)...except for $63.
Next week is going to be hectic. Tuesday, I've been asked (by the kids) to go back to Walmart because that's when Endgame comes out on DVD. Tuesday night is back to school night, and Thursday, the little
Maybe I'll be able to find a little more energy if I'm not having to deal with the kids fighting or clinging (or both) to finish up the garage sorting and clean-out. Maybe I'll be able to find enough more energy to get the house into passable shape if my energy isn't being sucked dry by sudden, random bouts of screaming (sometimes it's screaming giggles, but that split second trying to figure out if it's laughter or rage can sometimes eat up surprising amounts of oomph).
They're sort of looking forward to going back to school--they miss their friends, but neither one is looking forward to the sheer amount of homework they're going to end up with.**
*I love them dearly, but I am incredibly tired of being stuck in the house with them while they're bored and bickering. I'm...just tired of dealing with all the crap.
**It wouldn't be nearly so much homwork if they'd just fucking do it when they're supposed to do it rather than farting around and not doing it, or if they'd knuckle down and do it instead of complaining about it. I've seen the imp accomplish things in twenty minutes that other nights it takes him from the time he gets home to supper time, then from just after supper to bedtime to get done. Because he's too busy playing with ANYTHING in front of him, or complaining, to actually do the damn work.