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Jan. 4th, 2018 10:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWell, the good news is, my thyroid is still underperforming. The bad news is, my thyroid is still underperforming and the levathyroxine is not compensating nearly enough and until my thyroid hormone is properly in my body I'm going to continue to blame the poor sleep on that. Horses and zebras and all. But on the plus side, the rest of me is healthy, all external signs are normal and all bloodwork is normal and everything else is going along fine. Just the thyroid. And therefore my sleep. Balls.
Seriously you guys, I am dragging. I just want to get into sweatpants and under covers and I barely want to write, that's how tired I am. I have no idea how I'm getting through this day. I have no idea how I'm getting anything packed. Bit by bit and with a lot of sugar in my system, is I guess the answer.
Did spend the last of what is reasonable out of the Christmas money on three sets of sheets for the bed so now we're hopefully up to three light and three flannel sheet sets, which should be good enough to change them once a week. Whether or not we have the energy to change them once a week is another matter, but I figure if I can convince the boy to help me do it Saturday night or Sunday morning before he goes to bed that should work. I would have more Christmas money except I'm keeping some back because of all the sick days out of this paycheck. Yay. I enjoy not worrying about getting fired because I'm out sick too long; I do not love working at a business that runs close enough to the edge that I don't get sick days. It balances out, really. Plus I get "sick but at work" days when I can get my stuff done, go up and collapse on a bed for thirty minutes.
Anyway. I have an order of operations for writing work, none of which got done at work today because I was staggering around exhausted. Okay, one or two of the background details I need to write up might get done but other than that. I hope I sleep through the night tonight. Tomorrow I get to start on the new dose of levathyroxine, we'll see how that does for tomorrow night's sleep, and I've pre-emptively cancelled on the capoeira on Saturday because of flu, which ironically today is the first day when standing up didn't make me want to lie down and die. But if I'm very lucky on this second dosage of thyroid hormone I'll actually keep sleeping through the night and by the time I get back to class I'll be at least sort of fighting fit.
Seriously though, whose bright idea was it to be embodied. Who's hogging all the ascension. Is it Daniel. It's Daniel Jackson, isn't it. Fuck you Daniel.
Seriously you guys, I am dragging. I just want to get into sweatpants and under covers and I barely want to write, that's how tired I am. I have no idea how I'm getting through this day. I have no idea how I'm getting anything packed. Bit by bit and with a lot of sugar in my system, is I guess the answer.
Did spend the last of what is reasonable out of the Christmas money on three sets of sheets for the bed so now we're hopefully up to three light and three flannel sheet sets, which should be good enough to change them once a week. Whether or not we have the energy to change them once a week is another matter, but I figure if I can convince the boy to help me do it Saturday night or Sunday morning before he goes to bed that should work. I would have more Christmas money except I'm keeping some back because of all the sick days out of this paycheck. Yay. I enjoy not worrying about getting fired because I'm out sick too long; I do not love working at a business that runs close enough to the edge that I don't get sick days. It balances out, really. Plus I get "sick but at work" days when I can get my stuff done, go up and collapse on a bed for thirty minutes.
Anyway. I have an order of operations for writing work, none of which got done at work today because I was staggering around exhausted. Okay, one or two of the background details I need to write up might get done but other than that. I hope I sleep through the night tonight. Tomorrow I get to start on the new dose of levathyroxine, we'll see how that does for tomorrow night's sleep, and I've pre-emptively cancelled on the capoeira on Saturday because of flu, which ironically today is the first day when standing up didn't make me want to lie down and die. But if I'm very lucky on this second dosage of thyroid hormone I'll actually keep sleeping through the night and by the time I get back to class I'll be at least sort of fighting fit.
Seriously though, whose bright idea was it to be embodied. Who's hogging all the ascension. Is it Daniel. It's Daniel Jackson, isn't it. Fuck you Daniel.