In which it’s freaking growing back already.
I tried to go to Sweet Basil Pizzaria for lunch today but they were closed because they’re off having a baby or something. I wandered over to Merchant’s and ordered a sandwich, but they lost my order and I didn’t get it for a long time. I snarfed half of it and put the rest into a go box and walked back to work, where I logged in a minute late back from my break.
I have a box here at my desk containing half a veggie sandwich, some chips, and some potato salad. They also gave me a cookie for my trouble; hopefully it doesn’t have raisins or something equally gross in it.
The bad news is that I apparently possess supernatural powers of healing: I had three normal months after having my uterus scoured out (“normal” in this case meaning a schedule on which one bleeds for a few days, and then does not bleed at all the rest of the time), but now it seems the respite is over and I’m back to spotting all the time. This means my uterine lining is POSSESSED and is REPLICATING AT AN EVIL MAD RATE, A CONDITION THAT IS RIGHTLY TERRIFYING TO NATIONS AROUND THE GLOBE.
Stupid uterus.
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Mutant Uterus from Outer Space! Kind of like this movie which we will be watching this weekend. Zsa Zsa Gabor, bitches!
Wow! -m
Whatever happened to the thyroid theory? I’ve been looking into thyroid stuff lately and I won’t bore you with the details unless you ask, but I can sum it up by saying roo life in Ff seems designed to kill your thyroid, blood tests don’t always detect the problem, and treating with synthroid doesn’t always fix it. Although I only know of one relative who has been medicated for it, hypothyroidism could be implicated in almost every medical problem I’m aware of in 2 sides and 4 generations of my family–the unified field theory of hypothyroidism 😉 !
I decided I had a panic disorder, not a thyroid disorder. Didn’t I tell you that? I thought I had! -m