You may have noticed I haven’t been around much lately. No? Well, there is that possibility as well.
It’s not that Zola is keeping me hopping (though she DOES have her moments) or that I’m so crazy busy with work or even that my mom is consuming all of my free time. If you’d seen us yesterday, in completely separate rooms for the majority of the day, you’d know that one isn’t true right off the bat.
The truth is, I went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago for a follow-up visit and to get the results of my blood tests. My cholesterol was good and my glucose was excellent, but it turns out I have hypothyroidism. Huh. Who knew?
He rattled off a list of symptoms which I quickly discounted and then I went home and researched it some more and started wondering. Several of the things on the list could conceivably be blamed on the normal aging process. Perhaps all this time it’s been my thyroid instead?
He put me on medication and I have to say that I’m feeling better. More energetic. Less irritable and definitely less apt to wallow in self-pity. I’ve actually been getting things done around my house. Yesterday morning, I went out in the horrible heat and humidity and thinned out my day lilies, digging out the rest of the grassy area next to my garage, where I want the day lilies to fill in and digging up and replanting a half dozen of the plants. It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a while, and just haven’t had the motivation. And yet, there I was, in action - and on a day where lifting even a finger resulted in near dehydration.
And there have been numerous other things that I have attempted. Saturday morning found me cleaning the living room and dining room. Both are now presentable for company, which is good because I’ll have some of that on Wednesday when Kat brings Miss Laurel over to meet my mom and the diva kitty. I’m sorry, make that The Diva Kitty.
So, apparently, I’m feeling better when I didn’t even realize I wasn’t feeling great. Again, who knew?
In other news, Zola goes back to the vet today. Please cross your fingers that she’s not pregnant. Because there are ominous signs that she is….
Uh oh..kitty pregnancies bad. Because they result in cute balls of fur that are so hard to give away but even harder to keep.