Looking back, there were signs. I should have seen them. Like the day HT and I were at Barnes & Noble and not one book, not one, interested me. Gift card in hand, I walked out with nothing. Later the same thing at the library.
Then the hot flashes. 2-3 an hour. Intense ones. Round the clock. How long would it be before I snapped at one of the kids? Been there, no interest in going back. The prickles started at my sinuses, traveled across the top of my head, then down my spine before my body broke out in cold sweats.
Found the perfect doctor, but she couldn't see me 'til late June. Our marriage counselor recommended someone for the interim, and in one visit he told me I was overdosed on thyroid medication. The previous doctor had taken me from hypo to hyper. Plus, (or as a result?)my hormones are messed up again.
He did some tinkering and I am okay, much better, until I can get in with the the specialist next month.
Then, just as I was making a spectacular recovery, I got strep throat. You know how I don't like to tell you about these things while I'm still contagious. Wouldn't want to get you all germy. But it looks like I'm on the mend. See? I can swallow again. Now that I think of it, maybe it was a tiny little bitch and bastard strep cell who caused all the ruckus in Niagra Falls?
Hormones are powerful things. If you feel crazy, get 'em checked. All I'm sayin.'
While we're talking about our ailments, HT has arthroscopic surgery on his knee today. Phonetically, the surgeon's name sounds like "Chicken Dance." Send love.
Yesiree, back in my day, we had to just plain deal with the goiter and the bulging eyes and the hot flashes and the strep, and cut the damn leg off if yer knee gave you trouble. You spoiled kids have it made...
We do. I know we do.