Not feeling well again

Not cancer related, just feeling a bit sick. I'll be up to my old tricks in a couple days. I'm supposed to have one more radio-iodine pill in December and assuming my body scan comes out clean, after that I should be finished. Then my doctor and I will be able to figure out a more balanced dosage of thyroid hormone so I can feel normal once more. It hasn't been so bad though, I just like to indulge in acting the baby so everyone can feel extra sorry for me.(wink)


Weird things have happened, the past couple weeks. First the crazy lady at the library who I offended. Then some creepy man was following me around at Big Lots. This was an incident I deemed unblogworthy since every woman on this planet has the same experience, just at a different location. (Ladies are you nodding your head and conjuring up the past? Ok, just insert my little face into your experience and pretend it was at Big Lots and that's what happened.) Also, few days ago, I lost my temper and called some poor man an idiot. I won't go into the details because it was so silly and I admit that I was wrong. (In my defense I don't think he heard me) But that's not the end of it. Today someone flipped me off. My offense you ask? I had just picked up some pasta for my MrPea since I was too lazy to cook today and was parked in the restaurant parking lot, applying lip gloss. Yup. A bearded man I've never seen in my life who had just dropped, I'm assuming a waitress off drove by and since I was using the rear view mirror I saw him stick his middle finger up and made a mean face. I looked around to see if maybe there was someone else he could have meant that for but I was the only one in the parking lot. I can only assume that I was the victim of mistaken identity. Or perhaps he was crazy lady at the library's total BFF. Or maybe he was against lip gloss on principle. He could also have just been picking his nose and not flipping me off at all. It could any one of those explanations. I prefer to think he was the guy who I called an idiot's brother. That way, a middle finger would have been warranted. In this case, I can forgive. It's not likely though because the guy who I called an idiot was fairly handsome, tall and had dark hair and this guy was blond and had scary eyes and a scraggly beard. But I forgive him anyway.



OH! And I just found out it's Delurk Day. So, ya know, Delurk already dears.