TGIF, and I really mean it. It was a long week, and B and I both have off this weekend. I was told that I have to take an hour for lunch for now on, the company isn't able to give me overtime. Assholes.
Well, I had a bad feeling on Tues, the one I get occasionally re: impending doom. I planned on getting my blood test done on Wed, and we know that's an event that usually takes plenty of psych time to be able to do. Besides the fact that I feel like crap when I don't eat in the am, I decided to go after 9am when RG comes in. I went to the Quest in FM, big black lady who dug in hard in my arm vein. I think I yelled out, "motherfucker!", or it may have just been "sonofabitch", I was a bit queasy and nauseous and wasn't thinking clearly. You know how they come in threes? Well, then I get my period-that would be 2. #3 happens when I decided to go home and discover that my truck is just a bit sideways, flat f'ing tire. Bastards! Turns out it was a drill bit in my tire (WTF?) and Alex and B took care of it. #4, I should just give up at this point-I make a coffee cake from scratch and it doesn't come out too good.
So, Tammy from Dr M's calls me at work, surprise-the thyroid is still elevated, stay on the meds, keep the appt on Wed. As if I didn't know the stuff wasn't working........I still get palpitations at night and sweaty-yuck. I really hope the leg bumps go away. I told some people at work that I got bit by a shark when I was young, Alex was a bit too curious and was examining my leg closely. I joked that I needed some "body work" because I was "dented". I tried to explain what it was to him, his English needs some work and my Spanish is not even minimum.
B says he wants to go to the beach early tomorrow, he's the one who will probably want to stay in bed. Thank god he got his comm check today, we need it. Happy weekend.