Days 8 - 11? I've lost count...

What time is it?

Monday to Thursday of this week have had my head and stomach and heart spinning.  Since the doctor has put me on Synthroid, my energy level has started to return.  It's been lovely not to be completely exhausted after walking up the stairs.  The flip side of that, however, is that I will soon be receiving those two pesky injections of Thyrogen.  This terrifies me like nothing else. Those of you who know me well know how little I like unnecessary medical intervention.  This has naught to do with being tough and everything to do with being a big baby in regards to medicine.  I gave birth to two out of three of my children with no epidurals, no drugs, nothing but two Tylenol and some deep breathing.  I've had five surgeries, all only aided by more over-the-counter tabs of Tylenol.  Partial credit is attributed to what my surgeon called "an unusual and exceptional tolerance of pain;" most of it is due to my bigbabyitis.  My list of allergies is long and daunting and I'd rather not discover new ones to add to the queue.

So, I've spent some of this week down and mopey and a bit in meditation and prayer and more in anxious hopefulness and a large chunk arguing with insurance companies and the rest taking care of a seven year old boy with a stomach virus (No worries! He's recovered nicely.)

Because of the Thyrogen, which I am to receive Monday and Tuesday (assuming they straighten the shipping out TODAY), my RAI is now scheduled for Wednesday- two whole days early.  And, that, my friends, I am actually psyched for!

In a more delicious update, Matt and I have been testing out Low Iodine recipes, since that diet regimen still has to be followed.  We've discovered at least one winner, Oven Baked Sweet Potato Fries.  Zomg. Thyroid or no,  make these today!  And I've created a trail mix to help quell my chocolate-deprived sweet tooth: a crunchy, sweet blend of raisins, salt-free mini pretzels, unsalted peanuts, and mini marshmallows. Yum!

Also noteworthy (by not as great as snacking!), the cardiologist gave me a clean bill of heart-health today. Woot!  He's ordered a stress test for tomorrow morning to "calm down any nerves [my] Endocrinologist may have," but he doesn't foresee my ticker needing furthering tinkering.