Friday, February 25, 2011


My thyroid levels are back up following the dicontinuation of methimazole. I have decided to have radioactive uptake treatment. Waiting for the doc to set that up.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


Last night I got the chills. I figured it was because the house was cold after I got all sweaty while skiing yesterday. Then the toilet seat made me yelp when I sat on it. That is always my personal fever indicator.

I am supposed to be watching out for sore throat and fever. One of the rare nasty side effects of methimazole, my thyroid med, is reduced white blood cell count, whose symptoms include fever and sore throat. It can be a life threatening complication.

Last time I went off methimazole for a sore throat, I ended up in the er with a seized shoulder. So I took my meds this morning and called the doc afterwards. I was going in for my three week blood work and figured it would be easier to get the CBC (complete blood count)at the same time this afternoon.

There was a bit of confusion, since the nurse wanted me to go off the meds, but I wasn't going to the lab until this afternoon, and she wanted to know how long the results would take and said she'd call me back.

I got to the lab about noon and they had no CBC order. I told them my situation and they kindly drew the tube and set it aside for the order, and I called the office and left a message that was what was happening.

As I was leaving, the nurse from endo called me back and said she wished I had waited for her call, but that they would get back to me with the results, tonight if necessary so I could continue with the meds if everything was ok. She seemed a little put out, but the blood was ready to go so I was happy. :)

Then she called me this afternoon. My white blood count is low and I have to go off the meds. They will look at the results of the thyroid blood work and then we'll talk some more tomorrow morning.

It's a very serious condition and I can't go to the girls final game tonight because of risk of infection while my White blood count is low. I am under doctor's orders to take it easy and put my feet up! Of course I am still driving him to the game, and driving back to get him, and going to a friend's tonight to watch a movie (I already called to make sure none of them are sick) You can't tell an obsessive compulsive claustrophobic they have to stay home!!

There is another med, but people that react to this one often react to that one as well. That leaves radioactive iodine to kill the thyroid. I knew that was coming I just wish I could have a little more time. My last thyroid levels were still high. I have been feeling pretty good so hopefully it's better.

Wish me luck!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


I've been feeling pretty good lately. Thanks Tonia for asking!
I get mad that I was sick for so long trying to get the first appointment!

I went skiing today! For the third time in 30 years. LOL. I was AWFUL. We went right to the top of the mountain after I put my skiis on, and I fell at least 10- maybe 20 times. I didn't try and keep count.

I forgot to say that I lost a ski pole getting in the chair ("I'll send it up with the next one!")

and then I dropped the other pole getting off the lift.

Once I almost hit a tree, but I fell back and slid into it until my ski tips were touching it. Then I was sort of stuck, my butt in a hollow and one ski up on the big water pipe.

The ski patrol stopped and said, "Did you hit that tree?"
and I was like, "NO< NO I just slid into it...I'm having an adventure."

Once I started sliding backwards on my back and I thought it might be easier to get down the mountain that way. No wonder there were "No sliding" signs posted.

Well, I finally made it all the way down! My bottom feels like someone beat me with a board! lol But, on the bright side, I didn't break anything!

We lost

We're done, we lost our semi-final game last night. I was sure we were going to be making it to the finals. We led by a narrow margin until the 3rd quarter, when the opposing team put in a huge surge to pull ahead by ten points.

Our team was playing the game it had been building to all season. All the little things they failed in previous games they corrected last night. I will miss watching all the boys play so well!!

The spider, a seventh grader who crouched over the ball as he raced it down the court, dribbling back under a leg and pivoting to change direction when challenged. His layups were a thing of beauty; he would spring to the basket with his feet tucked up behind him. When he fought over the ball he would frequently get a traveling call as he clutched the ball to his belly and wrapped his limbs around it as he rolled away.

The terrier, another seventh grader that had the quickest feet and sharpest eyes as he dogged an opponent down the court.

The giraffe, our knee injured eight grader, well over six feet, who could grab a high pass out of nowhere and shoot like a pro.

The bull, heavily built who could swipe a rebound halfway down the court and jump a mile high.

And the Firebird, whose rebounds would swish in time after time, teamates 3 point shot attempts turning into passes for his next basket. He could get the opposing teams rebound, pass it off, and be positioned under his own net in a flash.

Those were our starters, the rest of the team were great players too!

The flea, a tiny seventh grader that had trouble hanging on to the ball but who could shoot like no tomorrow when he was open.

The stag, Willow's favorite, a fifth grader that consistently nailed three pointers.

The twins, one light and one dark, scrappers who were so intent on the ball they frequently fouled.

The parents who sat with me in the bleachers everygame and put up with my cheering.

The coach who went from a quiet, sitting with legs crossed coach to stomping the sielines shouting at every error and yelling game plans, looking so good in his khakis with dress shirt and tie! :D

Good season, don't know what I will do with my free time now!

Sunday, February 6, 2011


No trips to the hospital last week, thank goodness, but a trip to the mechanics. I had a wheel bearing that had been grinding away for awhile and it was to the point I was anxious everytime I drove anywhere. The part was $110 and the labor was a steal for $40.

Kind of a steep repair for my old beater, just hit 188,888 and fast approaching 5 years with me. And the sticker runs out in March, do you hear the death toll? Just scrambling to get on my feet enough to get a replacement vehicle...

The goats are bored! Derek and Obi just stomped over a low section in the welded wire fence this afternoon to chew the tarp covering the hay (and wishing they had opposable thumbs to move the tarp to get to the hay). They totalled the fence, and I was amazed the rest didn't follow creating more damage.

I hauled the section of fence up, and luckily I had a long scrap of 6 foot welded wire I wired right over the bad section. Take that, you brats. I'll run an electric line in front of it if they keep that up!

We have a lot of snow on the ground!! I took Willow sledding to the big hill this afternoon. Just walking from the road to the crest was a nightmare, my weight enough to break through to 3 feet in places. Willow was light enough to mostly stay above a foot deep. No way was I going down and trying to walk back up through that!

Willow went twice, breaking distance records for us both times. She even made the jump at the bottom (where I usually wipe out) and hung on all the way to the bottom. A long way, poor thing slogged her way back up for a second run. By then I was frozen just sitting on the other sled watching. I should have gone down, I would have warmed up on the climb back. I just wasn't sure I would make it!

We have a steep hill to one side of the house, and last week the dog chased her down and could barely make it back up! It was over his chest, and I bet he was thinking he should not have chased her down the hill!

Cashmere combing season is starting, I combed stinky buck Chris last week. He loves the attention so much he had his head on my knee at one point. Until he got his hay, that is. Goats love food!