I had a good night’s sleep last night- it was amazing! I fell asleep quickly (for me), only woke up twice and both times fell right back to sleep, and then woke up on time! I still had odd dreams, but didn’t wake up exhausted. I *really* needed that! (Not that a couple more nights like that wouldn’t be welcome, of course!)
Things became exceptionally rough over the weekend. Saturday morning I ran out to pick up milk and juice. While getting the groceries out of my back seat, I unknowingly stepped on a fire ant hill. Well, I realised what was happening VERY quickly. I jumped to the sidewalk, kicked off my shoes and knocked the ants off my feet, but not before gathering 10-12 bites on each foot. I had a major allergic reaction, to the point that I briefly thought I might have to wake hubby to take me to a clinic. Luckily the fever died down quickly, although my feet looked like red balloons until yesterday. I spend a lot of time applying Caladryl. Unfortunately, Saturday night I woke myself scratching my feet in my sleep. They’re healing now, but very ugly and I can’t wear shoes yet. I took yesterday off from work (I was still pretty zonked out on Benedryl), but today I’m back in with flip-flops (AGAIN. I can’t tell you how self-conscious I feel- it’s crazy!)
Obviously, I had a pretty low-key weekend after that. Hubby and I started to assemble the second bookcase, only to discover a major crack. Amazon gets huge props for their return policy- UPS picked up the damaged bookcase yesterday and a replacement was sent out Saturday- I should have it by the end of the week. I spent part of yesterday unpacking book boxes and putting them on the bookcase we have so far (thanks again Mom!). It’s a bigger bookcase than our others with deep shelves, and it looks like two bookcases will definitely hold our remaining books. Yay! Hubby and I both have a lot of old college books and we’ll probably weed through once we have the other bookcase and get things organised. There’s a community garage sale coming up in October and we might put a few things out. I was little dismayed to discovered how many boxes of NON-books we have the box room- we have some major sorting to go through. Moving empty boxes to the attic and storage boxes into the closet will make a big difference, though.
In trying to find the silver lining yesterday, I also really enjoyed watching weather and the ducks on the pond, and reading 1493– it’s such an amazing book! It’s been a while since I read something informative and fun (well, fun if you like history and economics and racial interrelationships and botany and whatnot- obviously, I do!). I also got a few little housework things done, and did five minutes on the elliptical (I wasn’t bitten on the bottom of my feet- thank goodness!). I am slowly building up my stamina again- 5 minutes every other day. After another week I’ll start two days on and one day off. After two weeks of that three one one off, etc. until I’m five minutes every day. Then I plan to build slowly to 15 minutes every day. It doesn’t sound like much, but my muscles aren’t used to the elliptical and I don’t want to hurt myself or burn myself out. I’m still walking and swimming and eating salads, but the elliptical has the advantage of being inside and something I can use no matter what the weather is. I’ve also started stretching again- I should really start getting back into yoga as well.
And now for the subject of my post. As ususal, it took me a couple days after the doctor’s appointment to come to terms with things. Basically, I’m only slightly hyperthyroid. We’ve cut back my Sunday half-dose to no meds on Sundays, but otherwise no change in prescription. I was really hoping for something more. Of course, if it resolves the imbalance then I’m all for it, but after feeling bad for weeks and weeks… it’s frustrating when the tests and how you feel don’t match up. Every morning when I see how much hair is on the brush I get a bit angry (I’ve written before about how hair loss affects my psychologically), but hopefully last night’s good night sleep is a sign of better things to come. Improvement only happens slowly, unfortunately, so I need to be patient. (Pardon me while I channel Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas for a moment: “But I don’t want to BE patient!” Okay, I’m done now.)