I finally was started on two thyroid medications, which did...nothing. I took them for two months, and when the nurse called to see how I was feeling, I was like, "I don't feel any better. In fact...I think I feel worse, because now I just sit around my house watching it rain and listening to the clock tick while I wait to grow old and die." No, wait. I did play endless games of Solitaire on my phone, too.
So...yeah. Not an improvement.
(edited: I DID go over today, and the girl was like, "Uhh, yeah, I don't show anything for that name". I had a small meltdown. Right there at the counter. THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME I HAVE STOOD HERE AND HAD SOMEONE TELL ME THAT YOU DON'T HAVE THIS MEDICATION THAT I DON'T KNOW THE NAME OF AFTER YOU SAID IT WAS READY FOR PICKUP AND WHY IN THE NAME OF EVER LOVING EFF *claps hand over mouth* She said they had it yesterday, but they had put it BACK on the shelf because they said it'd been out for 9 days. Waiting to be picked up.. I just...what. the. heck.
This makes no sense.
I smiled and said I would WAIT and tried to remind myself through gritted teeth that it was in no way this particular cashier's fault that I have done this FOUR times. Not at all her fault. Zip it. shhhhhh
All I could think was Well, it's a good thing I'm not dying of some disease while waiting for this med. *eye roll* Because hello, Wal-Mart, you could have just killed me and I'm pretty sure I'd have a case if I had the energy to be annoyed.
Actually, that's about the only energy I *do* have lately. Every sentence lately seems to start with "WHY IN THE NAME OF EVER-LOVING EFF ..." *insert whatever detail here*.
I did lose 5 pounds in a month, but I counted that as due to the fact that we went on the South Beach Diet, which means NO carbs of any kind, and NO sugar. But yes...cheese. So I've been living on mozarella and tomatoes and actually some pretty yummy dinners. Shane lost 24 pounds. I lost 5. I'd say that sounds about right.
Plus, I've been busy because you GUYS.
Nail polish has taken over my life, and I blame Instagram. Once a year, when I
If you love nail polish and you haven't heard of "indie polish", buckle up and go check out my new obsession: Delush polish, A-England polish, Live-Love-Polish, Cupcake Polish, Zoya polish, Frenzy polish. I die.
Oh, and in other news--The other day, I looked out at the pond and I was SURE there was something floating in it, but I couldn't really tell, so I ignored it. Because, why not? My coffee was getting cold, so, whatever it was, it could wait. Unfortunately, later that day, I went outside, and yes there WAS something floating in the pond.
It was..(ready?) a dead deer with an arrow sticking out of its back. Floating. In our pond. *gags* I called Fish and Game and was like, "Guys. There's a dead deer floating in our pond. You should probably come get it." And the helpful girl on the other end of the phone was like, "Oh, we don't do that sort of thing, but I'll let the officer-in-charge know." Which was totally not helpful. She did mention that it IS hunting season, so it's legal for there to be dead deer right now, even if they're floating in your pond, which I guess is good, because I didn't get put on a new list of possible criminals or anything.
(I did take a picture, but it's just too icky, so you'll have to just imagine it, because EW).
Sorry if this sounds more...down than usual. I'm not really that down, just having a downish month, but coming back UP, so it's all good.
I have to go run some errands now, get my prescription, and come back and paint my nails because I have like 20 new colors that I haven't tried yet. And there is a guy coming here this afternoon with parts that will fix a basically-still-new dishwasher that we quit using when it broke 8 years ago (just one month out of warranty, sorry), so I won't have to wash dishes by hand anymore every day, which means my life is probably as close to perfect, with some weeds, as it has been in a long time. Like 8 years.