musing

The surgery is over and all is well. I have my voice and no thyroid. It was not cancerous. Praise God.

Now I can worry about the price of, oh, everything! Gas is crazy driving up cost of food and lets not talk about electricity. We got our first a/c powered electric bill this month....it's $300!!!!

OMG...

i'm so freaked out. I'm thinking one of us has to get a second job just to make it now.

I am trying hard to trust in God in all of this.

Checkup.

Today is the checkup after the surgery. I see both my endocrinologist and the surgeon today. The endo to check calcium levels, no doubt, and the surgeon to get the two stitches at each end of the incision taken out (assuming the internal are those lovely melting stitches. The scar is big, but not too gross. My neck itches like crazy!! I know that is good and that means it's healing, but it's still frustrating.

One fun little side effect I have discovered is that I lose my voice by the end of the day. I assume that will eventually go away, but it's not fun. Can't yell either. TOTALLY lose voice for a while if I do that (darn dogs). Finally, I can no longer sing. At least not yet. That kind of sucks. I enjoy singing. Hopefully that will come back. I guess I bring these things up today and get back with you later on that.

Post Op

Ok, they did the surgery on Friday. I finally feel human again, almost. There is a good cut across the midline of my neck, not the prettiest. I hope it heals up prettier than it is now or it will look like somebody slashed my throat.

I am exhausted. You would be amazed at how much your neck does for you. It gets you up in the morning. Try getting up without using your neck muscles. Try sneezing, coughing or taking a nice deep breath. But, it's getting easier with time.

I got yelled at for walking up and down the stairs yesterday and trying to do laundry. Yeah, it hurt, but there is only so much sitting in the recliner I can do. I have to sit up because it's too hard to get up from a laying position.

I did not have feeling in my left foot or right hand until today. It's so nice to have that back too!

I still have not heard from the doctors about pathology, but the Surgeon stated that nothing looked weird or dangerous....etc. Thank Goodness.

I should have a check up either end of this week or early next week.

Thanks for hanging in there.

Cloak and Dagger

Wow.

You know what I hated about high school? The popularity contests.

You know what I hate about working in a big office with lots of people and cubicles? Politics and everybody taking and assuming the worst of others.

Put them together and you get a lot of people who wonder what somebody is up to when all they really wanted was to say "hi".

Cloak and dagger off and down.

It's been nice, ladies. I will always have fond memories of you and cherish what you all did when MB had his transplant. Not interested anymore though. You reminded me of why I left in the first place.

My motivation, since you ask, was simply to say hi, reach out to old friends while I was nervous about my future, see how your kids were, maybe see some pictures of those I miss.

No cloak.
No dagger...except the one in me.

So tired of being tired

This whole waiting thing wears me out. I hate waiting (see previous post called I'm a bad waiter). The surgery is this week, but I want it done now. I am pondering the relationship between thyroid and blood sugar. I take glucose controling medication, and since they upped my synthroid dose my sugars have been taking strange and FAST nosedives. I have been horsing around with my meds to try to make the odd drops stop, but they keep happening. Yesterday, about 2 hours after dinner, I was fine, talking on the phone to my dad and after we hung up, I tried to stand up. Imagine my surprise when I COULD NOT STAND UP. I reached my meter and my sugar had dropped to 55. NOT a comfy feeling to be sure. I grabbed MB's half drunk root beer and guzzled it (which resulted in increased blood sugar and heartburn like there was a volcano in my chest). TUM TUM TUM TUM TUMMMMMMMMS. Thank heaven for Tums....and root beer in easy reach.

So, my body is freaking out on me and I just want to get this all over with. The anticipation is the part that freaks me out. Yeah, I'm a little nervous about the surgery in general, but I would rather get it over with.

I am so tired I do the dishes and need a nap. I cook dinner and need a nap. I could not even go to church today becuase I was too tired. Oh, and I thought my sugar would be ROOFTOP high this morning for the rootbeer...yeah, it was 105...perfect really.

Anybody know of links between thyroid issues and blood glucose levels?