Two Thursdays ago, our elderly dog passed away. It certainly was not unexpected given his age (15 1/2 is a VERY long life for a Labrador retriever), but it has not made it any easier. The few times I have left the house since, I am still surprised when he does not meet me at the door, and am still waiting for the warmth of his warm body curled up on top of my feet every time I sit down to use the computer.
About the same time I think that my thyroid finally died from the radiation treatment I had back in January. At least I started showing all of the symptoms of hypothyroidism rather than hyperthyroidism. In fact I felt so rotten that the doctor wrote for me to be off of work for a week so I can rest. Rest I have - it is all I am capable of doing right now. Even watching television or reading a book is mentally taxing, and I nod off constantly. We will not even talk of me trying to drive - I am so tired I weave around like a drunk and it is a miracle I have not been stopped by a policeman yet.
I get to see the specialist again next week, and can perhaps start on synthroid depending on what my blood labs show. And then I will hopefully have rounded the back turn and be on the home stretch for healing and being well. I really want to feel better.
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