synthroid: the human on and off switch. quelle joy.

ah.

new development.

synthroid has become our new on + off switch.

we are awake for several hours and then suddenly boom! eyes drooping. Vast Desire for Sleep. we crawl into the bedroom, climb under the covers and virtually pass out.

a while later – eyes wide open (oh dear, that did just remind us of the not awfully suitable for children or adults with a creative sense of joy film with the deeply charismatic Cruise and the wonderfully statuesque Kidman – remove from memory databanks – yes, we’re now awake – clearly – and watching Doctor Who where they say stuff like that all the time).

and we are doing that taking-our-pulse as requested by surgeon (now we know how to do it ;) and all seems well (a nice 60 bpm in case you’re curious – we do meditate so have a steady resting pulse)

apart from extreme exhaustion followed by “HELLO!” (the awake bit, like now, when most rational people are winding down for the evening).

………………Well this Is going to be Awkward at the Office.
unless it’s a temporary phase?

we’ll let you know.

*btw, the image is from a road trip from california.

we have a lovely visitor who’ll be taking the opposite road trip and then coming to visit US on monday night – more on GB soon.

surrendering to the pharmacist.

as the day draws near for the moment where we appear in a fetching (let it be a flattering shade of blue or a pale biscuit with white piping) gown and they say:

count back from ten……….can you feel this?

where are we?

and the chemicals enter our vein (it’s been such a Long Time since That Happened), we are doing the last tasks on our list before we are confined (the picture is not actually our pied a terre, it’s the james hotel in soho where we might check in for a few days just to switch up the view).

yesterday was a visit to the pharmacist.

The James Hotel, SoHo, NYC

the worst bit about the pharmacist (although they were Very Nice – we like to use our local alchemist for all matters that ail us and they also do their own line of lavender soap which is so comforting) is that we’ve never been medicated before*

*although MANY professionals have wanted to do so ;-)

so the little orange plastic bottle is waiting for us post-surgery and we’ll have to take one every day (to replicate the functions which our poor thyroid used to do before they opened up our throat, removed tobias and his sisters and take our thyroid and glands with them as they are all damaged now).

every bloody day.

can you imagine?

and if you can, can you tell us what it’s like?

not happy.